Quotes About Existence

How short a time a person had to be alive, he thought. How long to be dead.

it crossed Farren's mind that although death seemed big, life was even bigger

This place had been here long before him. It would go on sighing and breathing and being itself after he had gone, the land lapping on and on, watching, waiting, getting on with its own life.

Until a thing was seen, could it be said to exist? And if his eye through the telescope were the one that brought a certain star into existence, did not that make him a creator?

That was a place a person had to travel through alone. I met there a cold indifferent truth: that every person -- even a loved person, and I was not loved -- was alone. On the whole globe, there was no one but myself, and I was shaken and torn down to the merest speck of being.

The Midwife talked to herself now, rather than God, as she walked the road past the Big Bog, wondering if a child born female could truly live her whole life as a male. And if this were possible and offended no god, then perhaps the world had no order other than what was arbitrarily imposed by humans.

Better to live your life open rather than exist on borrowed time, waiting for the great unmasking.

What I want is outrageous: all the possible pleasures of freedom. I want to go beyond the old system of possession, the notion of person as a thing owned. Like so many of us now, I'm experimenting with life, trying to get it right, to do it better, aware how often we're merely rationalizing — but still trying to create a new kind of social existence.

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

This little book is not put forth to supply an imperative demand, but rather with the hope of creating one. So far as is known to the writer, no such compilation is in existence, but the custom of using appropriate quotations on dinner menus, cards, invitations, etc., is growing, and of the many who desire to use such citations, not all know just where to find them.

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Reality is unbelievably terrifying after one has done nothing but dream.

Now how can anybody look at that and not believe in God? I mean, how can anybody look at this and not believe there is some higher power, some divine force at work in the universe greater than Man, some god that created it, that created all this, that created us?

He's worked his entire life and he's never lived a single moment, I mean not a moment, in the real world.

Because you suddenly realize what a tremendous opportunity it is just to be alive.

Understand, daughter, that the only reason for your existing was as a tribute to your uncle-father. You were meant to love him. I planned to teach you how to serve him and adore him. You would be his monument and his fortress against mortality. Forgive me. As soon as you arrived I realized that you were worth far more than that.

What if . . . you come to the wild and discover that it is not wild at all? What if half the world is here before you?

It is a simple thing, a name. We are given one, we grow in to it, we bear it. Simple for the rest of creation.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

when you sit in a forest everything appears still. But it isn't really. If you listen and watch closely, life is happening everywhere around you...In silence, life keeps raging on.

But remember. Just because you don't believe in something doesn't mean it isn't real.

I'm no one, and I'm nothing.

belonged to an order that flickered out of existence sometime early in the twentieth century.

les esprits prométhéens croient être des hasards se mouvant librement dans un vide et capables de se « créer » eux-mêmes, le tout dans le cadre d'une existence dépourvue de sens ; le monde est absurde, paraît-il, mais on ne se rend pas compte - et cela est typique — de l'absurdité d'admettre l'avènement, au sein d'un monde absurde, d'un être censé capable de constater cette absurdité.