Quotes About Existence

When frozen between life and death, in the glacial in-between, what can exist of mortal feeling? Not even an echo. Only memories of ice, of ice and no more than that.

I think I am dead. Am I? Am I dead?" "I don't know. But... I think so." "The dead, it is said, do not sleep." Coll knew the saying, and knew that it had originally come from Hood's own temple. He knew, as well, the wry observation that closed the quote. "'While the living do not live'. Not that that makes much sense." "It does to me. For I now know that I have lost what I did not know I once possessed.

For himself, Rallick, such gifts had long since been lost, and he was not the kind of man to stir the ashes. No embers survived, no flame could be born anew. Life belonged to other people, and his only claim to it was his power to take it from them. Nor would he recognise hope if it came to him. Too much a stranger, too long a ghost.

Words can so easily glide over mayhem and terror and horror, it is a miracle that trust ever exists amongst man.

Don't matter, now,' one said. 'We're here and here's here and that's that.

In truth, he was far less haunted by his immortality than most T'lan Imass. There was always something else to see, after all.

Shurq Elalle: "It's a miserable existence. Day after day, night after night. One step in front of the other, on and on to nowhere in particular." Tehol Beddict: "And being dead has changed all that?

We are all naught but twists of suffering in a river of pain.

Perhaps this. The existence of many gods conveys true complexity of mortal life. Conversely, the assertion of but one god leads to a denial of complexity, and encourages the need to make the world simple. Not the fault of the god, but a crime committed by its believers.

What is otataral, you ask? Otataral is the opposite of magic. Negation to creation, absence to presence. If life is your god, then otataral is the other god, and that god is death. But, please understand, it is not an enemy. It is the necessary manifestation of a force in opposition. Both are essential, and together they are bound in the nature of existence itself. We are reviled for revealing the truth.

Life stumbles on – although the exception is none other than Kruppe himself, for whom life dances. Extraordinary, how such truth rubs so many so wrongly; why, can one's very existence prove sufficient for such inimical outrage? Seems it can, oh yes, most certainly. There are always those, dear friend, for whom a wink is an insult, a smile a taunt. For whom humour alone is cause for suspicion, as if laughter was sly contempt.

It's because things are, Skanarow. All the complications we suffer through are hatched inside our own skulls.' 'Really? Doesn't make them any less real, though. Does it?

They're not dream worlds, Feather Witch. They're real. In those places, we are the ghosts.

am not the one to ask. Does the sun lift into the sky outside then collapse once more? Do bells sound to proclaim a control where none truly exists? Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgement over every decision made or not made? Do

We are born from darkness and to darkness we return. These are the truths you so fear, and in your fear discount.

We're all born to die, you idiot. Let the span last a single heartbeat, let it last a thousand years. Stretch the heartbeat out, crush down the centuries, it's no different. They feel the same, when the end arrives. Gods, they feel the same!

We were never what people could be. We were only what we were. Remember us

That is one curse we all share -- the will to live.

There's no point in thinking about tomorrow. Just the next hour, each hour. Stay alive, Felisin, and live well if you can.

Some people don't go through their lives searching, Smiles. I'm not looking, because I'm not expecting to find anything. You want meaning? Make it up. You want truth? Invent it. Makes no difference, to anything. Sun comes up, sun goes down. We see one, maybe we don't see the other, but the sun doesn't care, does it?

See this weapon in my hands? One false move and you're nothing but atoms!' Spark tilted its head. 'Confusion! Spark already is nothing but atoms! So is Klang Intruder!

Death is stillness. And stillness does not belong among the living. A

There was value in pain, if only to remind oneself that one still lived

Imperfect. We can never match the ideals set before us. That is the burden of mortality.