Quotes About Existence

That being free. What would the dark Do without fevers to eat? What would the light Do without eyes to knife, what would he Do, do, do without me.

This second is life. And when it is gone, it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead.

God, what a life - living in the future and the past and existing merely in the present.

There was more small talk, more laughing, sidelong glances, more of the unspoken physical friction that makes each new conquest so delightful. In the air was the strong smell of masculinity which creates the ideal medium for me to exist in. There was something in Emile tonight, a touch of seriousness, a chemical magnetism, that met my mood the way two pieces of a child's puzzle fit together.

enjoying the pressure of reading, thinking, while at my back is always the mocking tick: A Life is Passing. My Life.

But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of I that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical, proud and assertive, and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession. The pen scratches on the paper... I... I... I... I... I... I.

The river is within us, the sea is all about us;

Una de las cosas más importantes que puedas llegar a comprender en esta vida es que no vivimos en un único plano de existencia: lo

Cómo sabré cuándo he completado mi misión?». ¿La respuesta?: «Si sigues respirando es que no has terminado».

A Richard Bach, en su libro Juan Salvador Gaviota, se le pregunta: «¿Cómo sabré cuándo he completado mi misión?». ¿La respuesta?: «Si sigues respirando es que no has terminado».

These four quadrants are the physical world, the mental world, the emotional world, and the spiritual world. What most people never realize is that the physical realm is merely a "printout" of the other three.

No man has seen God. No man has seen Lucifer. No man that I've ever talked to! It's just a useful way of looking at the world. And seeing into it.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

To believe in the supernatural is not simply to believe that after living a successful, material, and fairly virtuous life here one will continue to exist in the best-possible substitute for this world, or that after living a starved and stunted life here one will be compensated with all the good things one has gone without: it is to believe that the supernatural is the greatest reality here and now.

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

And what you thought you came for is only a shell, a husk of meaning from which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled if at all. Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end you figured And is altered in fulfillment.

Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' But O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-- It's so elegant So intelligent

He who was living is now dead. We who were living are now dying.

His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock;

Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands';

We are the music while the music lasts.

We understand the ordinary business of living, We know how to work the machine

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.