Quotes About Existence

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

Nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

This moment is perfect. And it's all we ever have. This moment, right now. We're fools if we fail to cram all the living and loving we can possibly do into each and every one.

There are many realities pocketed away in the one we call our own. Most go blindly about their lives and never see beyond the ends of their noses.

Az illúzió nem helyettesíti az életet.

As long as women walk this earth, I'll be a happy man. If they ever get wiped out, I'm done.

I'm as weak and helpless and doomed as any other person. I'm a willing victim, ready, waiting, eager to be destroyed. I know with one part of my mind how horrifying that is, but with another part of my mind—a much larger one—I don't care. Being a victim to eternal pleasure sounds like the most perfect state of existence I could ever imagine.

TIME IS THE ONLY TRUE GOD, AND I AM FOREVER. THEREFORE, I AM GOD. Your logic is flawed. Time is not forever. It is always. Past, Present, and Future. There was a time in the past when you did not exist. Therefore, you are not God. I CREATE. I DESTROY. With the whimsy of a spoiled child. YOU FAIL TO DIVINE THE MASTER DESIGN. EVEN THAT WHICH YOU CALL CHAOS HAS PATTERN AND PURPOSE.

This moment is perfect. And it's all we ever have. This moment, right now. We're fools if we fail to cram all the living and loving we can possibly do into each and every one.

offered him my prayer, my challenge, the one that had gone eternally unanswered: Are you there? Are you as painfully alive and aware as me? Can you feel how much I'm giving you when I touch you like this? Are you worth me?

For those of us who believe in physics, this separation between past, present, and future is only an illusion, however tenacious." —ALBERT EINSTEIN

There's no such thing as normal," Barrons says. "You keep thinking that. You suffer hiraeth." "Here-eyeth?" I echo. "A Welsh word that means unattainable longing for a place—or perhaps more accurately a state of being—that never existed. Nostalgia for something that never was.

I relieved you of what you considered a despicable stain in your mind. Best fucking night of my existence." He laughs and shakes his head. "And you couldn't get rid of it fast enough. I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

I make a new discovery that totally blows. Dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks. One second I'm gone. I don't even exist. The next second, I'm on fire with pain.

Who doesn't know life is complicated? What I want to know is how to apply that to the nuts and bolts of my existence. Folks never tell you that part.

It's not easy to remember what you are every single bloody fucking second.

Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.

What is between them is without blame. Love knows no right or wrong. Love is. Only is.

The same spine that has been inside her since babyhood is hers today, the exact same bones from the womb, a thought that always fills her with a kind of thrilling claustrophobia. So much surface wrapped around that old stem. She watches her hands smear the water droplets on her stomach. It's strange to own anything, Beverly thinks, even your flesh, that nobody outside yourself ever touches or sees.

Who can say what the dead do or do not know? Perhaps the knowledge of one's death, ceaselessly swallowed, is the very food you need to become a ghost.

Sand, sand, sand—all that pulverized time. Eons ago, the world's burst hourglass spilled its contents here; now the years pile and spin, waiting with inhuman patience to be swept into some future ocean.

You could not survive your death, could you? It survived with you.