Quotes About Existence

El mundo es real y tú formas parte de él, una parte fugaz, pero una parte al fin y al cabo, y si tienes suerte, y tal vez incluso si no la tienes, los actos que realizas por amor serán recordados.

A baby was a fact. It was a being with a mind and a nature, and you could feel about it any way you liked, but a baby wouldn't care. Just by existing, it demanded that you believe in a future: the future it would crawl in, walk in, live in. A baby was a piece of time; it was a promise you made that the world made back to you.

The world was a world of dreaming souls who could not die.

This ravishing world. This achingly bittersweet, ravishing world.

Death is death. Whether you die smiling or with tears in your eyes, it amounts to the same thing. A whole heap of nothing

I don't think that now: half of everything is something, not nothing. Lots of somethings

All creation has come to existence because of God and continues existing because of God. Were God's sustaining power suddenly removed from creation, it would immediately vanish into nothingness. This includes the soul, which - precisely because it is a creature and not the Creator - cannot subsist without God's sustaining power. It is not that we live because we have a soul, but rather that we have a soul and we live thanks to God's sustaining grace.

Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honor, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living.

Spend time reflecting on your emotional and physical existence and how that applies to the voice. You have to apply that wisdom and experience when you sing - it's what comes through.

Everybody dies." I said. "Mortality is the constant that defines our existence.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

So it is also that in the act of knowing, to the extent that we know something truly, we know it as created, that is, as having its origin and its sustaining existence in God. 7 To claim to know something while thinking it to be independent of God (or to deny that there is a God) is to fail to know it for what it really is. Whatever it is, it is created and sustained by God at every moment.

The most cursory glimpse at the world we perceive through out senses is far richer than this nothingness can seem to support. Things sprout, drip, spew, dive, wander, branch, breathe, trickles, fizz, pierce, curl, spiral, branch, shine, flicker, and fade. The shapes and motions are rich and irregular. The nothing we have met so far seems far too neat to give rise to all of messy reality.

At that moment, he realised that he did not exist to her in the same way that he existed in his own perception. She held a copied version, an interpretation of him, filtered through the matrix of her priorities and desires. Therefore, surely, he only held a copy of her.

The wisdom which is now conventional claims that light creates shadows. But the facts are otherwise. Darkness came first and is infinitely older and more enduring than light. Light borrows a little space; then it dies or moves on, and the dark exists again as if it had never been disturbed.

It's the world! What can you do?

How can anyone doubt the existence of God when evidence of His sense of humour surrounds us on all sides?

Being dead is bad enough. Being dead and still having to walk around and eat is so much worse.

If there's a truth and nobody knows it, is it still true? Or is it like a light burning in a locked, shuttered house that nobody will ever get to see?

What will you do with your self? Many men and women are still in darkness, trying to figure out the meaning and purpose of life. But no matter what you try to do with your self— whether you deny it, obliterate it, annihilate it, accept it or express it—believe me, it is still alive and kicking.

Remember you said, 'God gave us bodies to live with them, not just inside them?

Isn't there something beyond pain? Isn't there something beyond determination? Isn't there something beyond the body?

Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?

One could not do without repetition in life, like the beating of the heart, but it was also true that the beating of the heart was not all there was to life.