Quotes About Existence

Estoy muerto espiritualmente. Físicamente, estoy vivo. Moralmente, soy libre.

All the men she's been with and now you, just you, and the barges going by, masts and hulls, the whole damned current of life flowing through you, through her, through all the guys behind you and after you, the flowers and the birds and the sun streaming in and the fragrance of it choking you, annihilating you.

Si tuviera la oportunidad de ser Dios, la rechazaría. Si tuviese la oportunidad de ser una estrella, la rechazaría. La oportunidad más maravillosa que ofrece la vida es la de ser humano. Abarca todo el universo. Incluye el conocimiento de la muerte, del que ni siquiera Dios goza.

The ideal community, in a sense, would be the loose, fluid aggregation of individuals who elected to be alone and detached in order to be at one with themselves and all that lives and breathes. It would be a God-filled community, even if none of its members believe in (a) God. It would be a paradise, even though the word had long disappeared from our vocabulary.

Se sou inumano é porque meu mundo transbordou de suas fronteiras humanas, porque ser humano parece uma coisa pobre, triste, miserável, limitada pelos sentidos, restringida pelas moralidades e pelos códigos, definida pelos lugares-comuns e 'ismos'. (Trópico de Câncer)

Man will change nothing of his final destiny, which is to return sooner or later to the unconscious and the formless.

I had just made the realization that life is indestructible and that there is no such thing as time, only the present.

Man is not at home in the universe, despite all the efforts of philosophers and metaphysicians to provide a soothing syrup. Thought is still a narcotic. The deepest question is why. And it is a forbidden one. The very asking is in the nature of cosmic sabotage. And the penalty is—the afflictions of Job.

Even as a child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die: I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.

Life has to be given a meaning, because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

La gente cree que el vacío es la nada, pero no lo es. El vacío es una plenitud discordante, un mundo atestado de fantasmas en que el alma se hace un reconocimiento.

No matter how attached I became to a 'cunt', I was always more interested in the person who owned it. A cunt doesn't live a separate, independent existence. Nothing does. Everything is interrelated.

We are, most of us, sleepwalkers, and we die without ever opening our eyes.

El caos es la partitura en la que está escrita la realidad.

If you can't give the is-ness of a thing give the not-ness of it! The main thing is to hook up, get the wheels turning, sound off. When your brakes jam, try going in reverse. If often works.

Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.

This keeping oneself alive, out of a blind urge to defeat death, is in itself a means of sowing death. Every one who has not fully accepted life, who is not incrementing life, is helping to fill the world with death.

Heroism and obscenity appear no more important in the life of the universe than the fighting or mating of a pair of insects in the woods. All is on the same plane.

We ought to remind ourselves daily, repeat it like a litany, that in our being lies concealed the whole gamut of existence... Above all, we should cease postponing the act of becoming what in fact and essence we are.

Enquanto vivermos com a consciência de nós próprios, nunca conseguiremos lidar com o mundo

One is ejected into the world like a dirty little mummy; the roads are slippery with blood and no one knows why it should be so. Each one is traveling his own way and, though the earth be rotting with good things, there is no time to pluck the fruits; the procession scrambles toward the exit sign, and such a panic is there, such a sweat to escape, that the weak and the helpless are trampled into the mud and their cries are unheard.

I might say, in passing, that my life seems to have been one long search for the Mara who would devour all the others and give them significant reality.

Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance, but a dance!

Before I shall have become a man again I shall probably exist as a park, a sort of natural park in which people come to rest, to while away the time. What they say or do will be of little matter, for they will bring only their fatigue, their boredom, their hopelessness.