Quotes About Existence

Let others argue about that; his only concern was to get to the end of each day. He had become a technique for survival. Below a certain point, that was what all men became: techniques for survival.

Certe volte penso che lo scopo dell'esistenza sia quello di riconciliarci, per sfinimento, con la sua perdita finale, dimostrandoci che, indipendentemente dal tempo che ci vorrà, la vita non è affatto all'altezza della propria fama. da Il senso di una fine

Dovrebbe apparirci ovvio come il tempo per noi non agisca affatto da fissativo, ma piuttosto da solvente. Solo che credere questo non conviene, non serve; non aiuta a tirare avanti; perciò fingiamo di non saperlo.

When we killed - or exiled - God we also killed ourselves. Did we notice sufficiently at the time? No God, no afterlife, no us. We were right to kill Him, of course, this long-standing imaginary friend of ours. And we weren't going to get an afterlife anyway. But we sawed off the branch we were sitting on. And the view from there, from that height - even if it was only the illusion of a view - wasn't so bad.

Physical beauty is a subject that many skirt around and almost everyone attempts to down-play thereby demonstrating some sound moral stance, but it remains one of the glories of human existence. Of course, there are many people who are attractive without being beautiful just as there are beauties who bore, and the danger of beauty in the very young is that it can make the business of life seem deceptively easy.

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

Don't talk about dying? You want me to talk about love. They're one and the same, child. One and the same.

The box we stored God i kept getting smaller...until only a speck of god still exists, maybe only an atom. Maybe an atom is all we need.

I am who I am at any given moment…. That's the only way you can know me.

Living in the Moment

A barren woman served no purpose in this kingdom. Her very reason for existing had been snatched away.

There are moments when the filament of time bends, loops, blurs. The present becomes permeable; the past leaps forward and insists itself upon us without warning. The orderly progression of our days reveals itself to be a lie, and the sense making brain flounders. What was he supposed to call this impossibility that insisted itself before him as reality? A hallucination? Deja vu, that cheap cinematic trick of the mind?

There is a law out there, if not of thermodynamics then of something equally primary and inescapable, that explains why everything from instant messaging to fabulous sex to aspic can in the end be defined as an illustration of the futility of existence. And it really, really sucks.

Lulled by the calming music of ice clattering in the cocktail shaker, I began to ponder; this life we had going for ourselves

Maybe the things she loved most weren't meant to be permanent. Maybe the fact that they existed was enough.

Es wird nicht mehr die Idee sein, die Wert und Macht einem Individuum gibt, sondern das Individuum, das Wert, Macht und Rechtfertigung einer Idee gibt.

Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.

Clinging to one's outward appearance interferes with living.

If one clung too closely to reality, the result might well be far from realistic.

Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

What we mean when we say terrible conditions is conditions which we are aware of as being terrible.

The reason men somehow go on living, enduring the gaze of others, is that they bargain on the hallucinations and inexactitude of human eyes.

Esta imagen de la arena que fluye constituyó un indescriptible y excitante impacto en el hombre. La aridez de la arena no se debe, como generalmente se piensa, a la simple sequedad, sino que parece producirse como consecuencia de un incesante movimiento que la convierte en inhóspita para todo ser viviente. ¡Qué diferencia con la monótona y pesada manera de vivir de los humanos, que exige estar constantemente aferrado a algo!

Por lo visto , el trabajo resulta esencial para el hombre, algo que le permite soportar la huida sin fijarse en el tiempo.