Quotes About Existence

In the end, all we can ever know is the game that was played, in the only world that we know.

That if she didn't know him, no one knew him, and he might as well not exist.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

I Am a Strange Loop, by Doug Hofstadter

To be alive was to accept that you were fundamentally alone.

Life was expensive anywhere you were.

phenomenological

Sometimes, this good old world does not much care what you believe.

This is what time travel is. It's looking at a person, and seeing them in the present and the past, concurrently.

And this is the truth of any game—it can only exist at the moment that it is being played. It's the same with being an actor. In the end, all we can ever know is the game that was played, in the only world that we know.

It was only when he was alone and he couldn't participate in the business of living that he tended to notice how lovely being alive was.

There's a difference between being alive and living

The world had always looked painfully beautiful to him when he was sick. It was only when he was alone and he couldn't participate in the business of living that he tended to notice how lovely being alive was.

This is what time travel is. It's looking at a person, and seeing them in the present and the past, concurrently

You are dying. No, that came out wrong. What you meant to express was the existential grief that comes with the knowledge that all things die. You are not dying, except insofar as you have always been dying.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

come on, sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me. —RUMI

There would be leaves in the fall, and snow in the winter, and cherry blossoms in the spring. The world had always looked painfully beautiful to him when he was sick. It was only when he was alone and he couldn't participate in the business of living that he tended to notice how lovely being alive was.

Tell me something from Spanish literature," Schiele said. "I'll give you a line from my favorite novel. 'Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el dia en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a si mismos una y otra vez.'" ("Humans are not born forever on the day their mothers have them; life necessitates giving birth to themselves over and over again.")

And this is the truth of any game—it can only exist at the moment that it is being played.

Sam did not believe his body could feel anything but pain, and so he did not desire pleasure in the same way that other people seemed to. Sam was happiest when his body was feeling nothing. He was happiest when he did not have to think about his body—when he could forget that he had a body at all.

The work was the thing that lasted, but the work only lasted if people knew it existed.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

this is the truth of any game—it can only exist at the moment that it is being played. It's the same with being an actor. In the end, all we can ever know is the game that was played, in the only world that we know.