Quotes About Existence

It's not enough merely to believe there is a God. You must believe in the God who is there.

The glory of God is a man fully alive, and the life of a man consists in beholding God.

The Buddha denied the existence of persisting selves. At the end of life, the self may dissolve into eternity like salt in the ocean. To some, this might seem distressing. But to lose the lonely self in the ocean of eternity could also be a release, an enlightenment, as the mystics promise.

Soul is the fingerprint of God.

Who is God? Moses asked the burning bush, and God himself replied. Older texts report Yahweh's answer as "I am who I am.

life is difficult and painful, just by its very nature, not because we're doing it wrong [pp. 17-18].

And also, such waters never stop as long as there's life in me. There's no end to piss and spit.

Who-ever you've been since time began and wherever your passions lie on the Other Side, where you live your real life, are all a part of who you are right now, whether or not you're consciously aware of your wealth of accumulated knowledge.

Of even more importance, residents of other planets are God's creation, His children, just as we are, after all.

There is no death, only a change of worlds. –Duwamish

Contentment and happiness didn't exist in my life for more than a few moments at a time, and they were really only illusionary. There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

Eu? Eu nu am facut nimic. -Respiri. E de ajuns.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. From the poem Years, 16 November 1962

So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, 1962

Is anyone anywhere happy?

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

I can't deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

I am I am I am.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

God, is this all it is, the ricocheting down the corridor of laughter and tears? Of self-worship and self-loathing? Of glory and disgust?