Quotes About Existence

People just... disappear, he says. The Earth just opens up and swallows people, I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. Eerie. Kimball yawns, stretching. Really eerie. Ominous. I nod my agreement. It's just- he sights, exasperated- futile.

Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?

he looked at me with such vehemence that I felt like a blip, a fart, in the course of his life.

This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

El pasado no es real. Sólo es un sueño.

This is my reality. Everything outside of this is like some movie I once saw.

Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is it's only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in.

Is that your real name? Does it really matter? It makes me wonder what else is not real.

Adónde vamos' —pregunté. —No lo sé—dijo—. Simplemente damos una vuelta en coche. —pero esta carretera no lleva a ninguna parte—le dije. —No importa. —¿Y qué es lo que importa? —le pregunté al cabo de un rato. —Solo que estamos en ella, tío —dijo.

What is this bullshit—it is what it is?

Yet "to love" can also mean "to will goodness to something." In this sense it can be fittingly ascribed to God since he freely does this insofar as he brings about the existence of anything.

Everyone who was gone was really still here.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

The revelation we've come to is that we can trust our memories of a past with lower, not higher, entropy only if the big bang - the process, event, or happening that brought the universe into existence - started off the universe in an extraordinarily special, highly ordered state of low entropy.

We're on this planet for the briefest of moments in cosmic terms, and I want to spend that time thinking about what I consider the deepest questions.

Just as we envision all of space as really being out there, as really existing, we should also envision all of time as really being out there, as really existing too.

In the end, during our brief moment in the sun, we are tasked with the noble charge of finding our own meaning.

We revere the absolute but are bound to the transitory.

A tree is to the entire universe as a string is to an atom.

Sweet is sweet, bitter is bitter, hot is hot, cold is cold, color is color; but in truth there are only atoms and the void.

And since, according to the big bang theory, the bang is what is supposed to have happened at the beginning, the big bang leaves out the bang. It tells us nothing about what banged, why it banged, how it banged, or, frankly, whether it ever really banged at all.

Much as Hamlet famously declares, "I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space," each of the bubble universes appears to have finite spatial extent when examined from the outside, but infinite spatial extent when examined from the inside. And that's a marvelous realization

We are guided by laws that operate without concern for destination, and yet we constantly ask ourselves where we are headed. We are shaped by laws that seem not to require an underlying rationale, and yet we persistently seek meaning and purpose.

Fused in stars and ejected in supernova explosions, or jettisoned by stellar collisions and amalgamated in particle plumes, an assortment of atomic species float through space, where they swirl together and coalesce into large clouds of gas, which over yet more time clump anew into stars and planets, and ultimately into us. Such is the origin of the ingredients constituting anything and everything you have ever encountered.