Quotes About Existence

Ya?ad???n?z her an, hayattan eksilmi?, harcanm?? bir and?r.

Hayattan sonra ölümdesiniz; ama hayatta iken ölmektesiniz.

Kendini canl? iken ölü göstereni ölü iken canl? görebilir herkes.

But you do not die because you are sick, you die because you are alive.

Wie overal is, is nergens.

Man is quite insane. He wouldn't know how to create a maggot and he creates Gods by the dozen.

Each man contains the entire pattern of the human condition.

Nous ne sommes jamais chez nous, nous sommes toujours au-delà.

Et au plus eslevé throne du monde, si ne sommes assis, que sus notre cul

I, who boast of embracing the pleasures of life so assiduously and so particularly, find in them, when I look at them thus minutely, virtually nothing but wind. But what of it? We are all wind.

Without you at my side, I feel as though my eyes are just a camera, like a closed-circuit camera without film in it, registering what's out there, second by second, letting it all vanish instantly to be replaced by more images, none of them properly appreciated.

Not for the first time, Peter thought about how much of our lives we spend sequestered inside small patches of electric brightness, blind to everything beyond the reach of those fragile bulbs.

Ach,' she says. 'There ain't nuffink in this world but men and women, is there? So you got to care about 'em, ain't you, else what you got to care about?

Like all creatures in the universe, they were only waiting for the elusive light that would grant them purpose.

People and their dwellings were such a thin dust on the surface of the globe, like invisible specks of bacteria on an orange, and the feeble lights of kebab shops and supermarkets failed utterly to register on the infinities of space above. If it weren't for God, the almighty vacuum would be too crushing to endure, but once God was with you, it was a different story.

There is no God.

It's higher consciousness that causes all our griefs and tortures, don't you think?

You may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don't imagine that, with all that you are saying, you will make a man that will live longer than he.

Discourse is not life; its time is not your time; in it, you will not be reconciled to death; you may have killed God beneath the weight of all that you have said; but don't imagine that, with all that you are saying you will make a man that will live longer than he.

The man described for us, whom we are invited to free, is already in himself the effect of a subjection much more profound than himself. A 'soul' inhabits him and brings him to existence...the soul is the effect and instrument of political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body.

It is comforting, however, and a source of profound relief to think that man is only a recent invention, a figure not yet two centuries old, a new wrinkle in our knowledge, and that he will disappear again as soon as that knowledge has discovered a new form.

As the archeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.

The head that will become a skull is already empty. Madness is the déjà-là of death.

I don't feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am.