Quotes About Existence

Do my thoughts just dream of me?

Is it dead?' said Gurder. 'It can't die! It's existed for thousands of years!' Gurder shook his head. 'Sounds like a good reason for dying,' he said.

My Lord... what is Death like? called the old man tremulously. When I have investigated it fully, I will let you know, came the faintest of modulations on the breeze. Yes, murmured the Loremaster. A thought struck him. During daylight, please, he added.

Susan stared at him. The blue glow in Death's eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond… …which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone.

I pray to the birds. I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward. I pray to them because I believe in their existence, the way their songs begin and end each day—the invocations and benedictions of Earth. I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

The mind creates those things that exist.

Wilderness is the source of what we can imagine and what we cannot- the taproot of consciousness. It will survive us.

Species other than man have rights, too. Having finished all the requisites of our proud, materialistic civilization, our neon-lit society, does nature, which is the basis of our existence, have the right to live on? Do we have enough reverence for life to concede to wilderness this right?

Opera has the power to warn you that you have wasted your life. You haven't acted on your desires. You've suffered a stunted, vicarious existence. You've silenced your passions. The volume, height, depth, lushness, and excess of operatic utterance reveal, by contrast, how small your gestures have been until now, how impoverished your physicality; you have only used a fraction of your bodily endowment, and your throat is closed.

Our fate like the fate of all species, is determined by chance, by circumstance, and by grace.

Without a shadow there is no depth. Without a shadow there is no substance. If we have no shadow, it means we are invisible. As long as I have a shadow, I am alive. as long as I have a shadow

Devil spelled backward is Lived.

Is this all we are? A necklace of chemicals? Where, in the double helix, does the soul lie?

Be aware every morning that you may not last the day, And every evening that you may not last the night.

You're asking me to explain evil. Yes. I can't. Neither can science. It just is.

Every culture has its own ideas of what the Devil looks like. There's only one thing that almost all cultures, dating back to the most primitive tribes, agree on: the Devil actually exists.

It is not length of life, but depth of life. —Ralph Waldo Emerson For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. —Kahlil Gibran

The bush is not merely a holiday destination; it's where you learn how insignificant you truly are.

Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.

Only this actual moment is life.

If you live without awareness it is the same as being dead. You cannot call that kind of existence being alive. Many of us live like dead people because we live without awareness. We carry our dead bodies with us and circulate throughout the world. We are pulled into the past or we are pulled forward into the future or we are caught by our projects or our despair and anger. We are not truly alive; we are not inhabited by awareness of the miracle of being alive.

When conditions are sufficient things manifest. When conditions are no longer sufficient things withdraw. They wait until the moment is right for them to manifest again.

We do not have to look for God, we do not have to look for our ultimate dimension or nirvana, because we are nirvana, we are God.

The source of suffering is a false belief in permanence and the existence of separate selves.