Quotes About Existence

Now, as never before, it was clear to him that art is always, ceaselessly, occupied with two things. It constantly reflects on death and thereby constantly creates life.

E non devi recedere d'un solo briciolo dalla tua persona umana, ma essere vivo, nient'altro che vivo, vivo e nient'altro sino alla fine.

Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.

In a single wave of meaning the triumphant purity of being.

And now listen carefully. You in others—this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life—your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you—the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.

Man is born to live, and not to prepare to live.

Maga, Anna Ivanovna, azon tépelÅ'dik, vajon feltámad-e, pedig hiszen már akkor is feltámadt, amikor megszületett, és észre sem vette.

Their love was great. Most people experience love without becoming aware of the extraordinary nature of this emotion. But to them—and this made them exceptional—the moments when passion visited their doomed human existence like a breath of eternity were moments of revelation, of continually new discoveries about themselves and life.

Quiero proceder a una especie de identificación. Saber que las pasiones existen y no poder sentirlas es horroroso. - Pero entonces -dijo Ángel-está claro que tiene usted por lo menos este deseo, y eso basta para que no esté tan vacío. - No tengo ningún motivo para decidirme por una cosa más bien que por otra -dijo Jacquemort-. Deseo robarles a los demás las razones que tienen.

Dónde estaban los recuerdos puros? En casi todos se funden impresiones de otras épocas que se les superponen y les confieren una realidad distinta. Los recuerdos no existen: es otra vida revivida con otra personalidad, y que en parte es consecuencia de esos mismos recuerdos. No se puede invertir el sentido del tiempo, a menos que se viva con los ojos cerrados y los oídos sordos.

Le plus clair de mon temps, je le passe à l'obscurcir, parce que la lumière me gêne.

Una cosa inutile come la sofferenza non può dare diritti a nessuno su niente.

Just because you're not dead doesn't mean you're alive.

Life takes time. Death, however, reveals itself in an instant.

Are we our memories? Is that all we are? Ever were? Will ever be?

Malthus believed that a Utopian society could never be achieved as long as the world's population was allowed to continue to grow unchecked. The only way to protect the earth and improve the existence of mankind was to have less of mankind—something he believed Mother Nature would eventually deliver in the form of widespread famine and disease.

Anything that grows is, by definition, alive. Washington, D.C. was no exception. As a living organism, the Federal Government's number one job was self-preservation. Any threat to its existence had to be dealt with.

the days are long and the years are short.

Unlike Rosa, I can see no divine purpose behind the tangle of this existence, no ordering hand. It is all a mystery, or more accurately, a mess. There are no heroes or villains, no saviors or demons or angels. Only those who have died and those of us who, for whatever reason, have survived. None of this will keep me from believing in God. I believe in Him, I just don't know that I will ever have faith in Him.

The blood is the life!

Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already.

There was no one there. Which is to say there was someone there. Miss Wintertowne lay upon the bed, but it would have puzzled philosophy to say now whether she were someone or no one at all. They

Another room was almost empty except for a doll's house standing on a table in the middle of the floor; the doll's house was an exact copy of the real house–except that inside the doll's house a number of smartly dressed dolls were enjoying a peaceful and rational existence together...

Why did you think he described the other world—the one he said he went to most often—as a labyrinth?' Ketterley shrugged. 'A vision of cosmic grandeur, I suppose. A symbol of the mingled glory and horror of existence. No one gets out alive.