Quotes About Existence

If we pretend or imagine that life's purpose lies outside living itself, we will be searching the stars for what is underneath our feet all the time.

This line of reasoning would seem to lead to the absurd conclusion that the world is filled with noises no one hears, colours no one sees, flavours no one tastes, textures no one feels, as well as a host of other sense experience we cannot even imagine. For there is no end in which creatures might possibly perceive the world.

the meaning of life is not some kind of answer, which, once learned, is forever possessed. For life to stay meaningful it must continue to contain things of value, and that is an ongoing work in progress. Meaning can vanish: what we once found gave us a reason to exist we can lose or tire of.

What the rise of religions did was to give a name to a set of beliefs (atheism) that had always existed but which was considered so unexceptional that it required no special label.

if there were no theists, there wouldn't even be any atheists.

Life is being dreamed. An old mirage while we live in the desert.

and the universe said I love you because you are love

Operationally, God is beginning to resemble not a ruler but the last fading smile of a cosmic Cheshire cat.

No one is moral among the god-controlled puppets of the Iliad . Good and evil do not exist.

The unlocatable location of things thought about

We are thus conscious less of the time than we think, because we cannot be conscious of when we are not conscious.

Also in this He shewed me a little thing, the quantity of an hazel-nut, in the palm of my hand; and it was as round as a ball. I looked thereupon with eye of my understanding, and thought: What may this be? And it was answered generally thus: It is all that is made.

the goodness that each thing hath, it is He.

Perhaps the most important contribution to science that the Royal Society has made in its three centuries of existence is its early role in publishing Newton 's masterful account of his discoveries.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

Why am i here? What's my purpose?

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuos stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

I'm on a strict gossip diet. No gossip websites, no gossip magazines. Otherwise, I find it paralyzing to exist.

She appreciated life, it seemed, appreciated being alive, as if it were some extra gift she hadn't ever expected to receive, as if, perhaps, she wasn't quite worthy of the magnitude of it; and because she appreciated life, he began to do so, too.

He doesn't believe in what is meant to be. He only believes in what is. We can know a river, but we can't know all the drops in it, every journey they could have taken instead of this one.

That was bliss. Being cared for. Wanted. Feeling so necessary to someone's existence that there was no place for the loneliness inside her.

Chaos is the true state of the universe anyway." "My universe was fairly orderly before all this." "It was only an illusion.

He had the strange sensation of not knowing who he was, of having traveled off the map of his own existence.