Quotes About Existence

It's bad when you lose 'em. Friends, I mean. Makes you wonder why you're still here, why the damned sack of blood and muscle and bones keeps on going. So you run. Then what? Nothing. You're not here, but wherever you are, you're still there.

If all existence is a dialogue, how is it there is still so much left unsaid?

The worlds live on, beyond us, countless unravelling tales.

Rush to death. The longer one lives, the less valued is that life. What is that?

Show me a mortal who is not pursued, and I'll show you a corpse. Every hunter is hunted, every mind that knows itself has stalkers. We drive and are driven. The unknown pursues the ignorant, the truth assails every scholar wise enough to know his own ignorance, for that is the meaning of unknowable truths.

An unending suicide note cannot but be a proclamation on the worth of living.

The past was both dead and alive, but between them it was simply dead.

Being alive, Tattersail concluded as she approached her tent, isn't the same as feeling good about it.

Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?' The Imass shrugged before replying. 'I think of futility, Adjunct.' 'Do all Imass think about futility?' 'No. Few think at all.' 'Why is that?' The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. 'Because Adjunct, it is futile.

The opportunity to die was everywhere, and it just wasn't surprising when that opportunity became an event.

The men on the hills told her that she hated them, and they did everything they could to make it true. She did not fight very hard. It was an easy thing to do. She wonders whether it would have been possible to behave any differently. She hopes it is. She hopes that, somewhere in the city, there are people who are resisting the temptation to turn these men into devils, to say that all men are like them, to oppose their very existence the way they always said the people of Sarajevo did.

luck or fate or whatever it is that decides who lives and who doesn't has not,

I'm afraid of everything, of dying, of not dying. I'm afraid that it will stay like this forever, that this war isn't a war, but just how life will be.

Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.

For reasons nobody understands, the universe is deeply mathematical. Maybe God made it that way. Or maybe it's the only way a universe with us in it could be, because nonmathematical universes can't harbor life intelligent enough to ask the question. In any case, it's a mysterious and marvelous fact that our universe obeys laws of nature that always turn out to be expressible in the language of calculus as sentences called differential equations.

They exist in some Platonic realm, along with abstract concepts like truth and justice.

Do such infinitesimally small things exist in the real world? Quantum mechanics has something to say about that.

If it's right, it means the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is not 42, with apologies to fans of Douglas Adams and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But Deep Thought was on the right track: the secret of the universe is indeed mathematical.

Our universe will not see out its days by barrelling towards some big, climactic, Revelations-style ending, but by slouching through an increasingly meaningless jumble of dispersing elements, then limping on towards the most bland, uniform, entirely generic middle you can possibly imaginable, and dying there.

Our place in the universe, the universe itself, it all changes faster and faster by the second. Every one of us standing on this planet, we're all moving forwards and we're never ever coming back. The truth is, stillness is an idea, a dream. It's the thought of friendly, welcoming lights still shining in all the places we've been forced to abandon.

finding God brings meaning into every moment—I

Live each moment, each precious moment that you have. Live each one as if it were your last. And your first. Miss

It is our world. I hasten not to judge it for I am a part of it.

opening lines of Ecclesiastes: "'Meaningless! Meaningless!' says the Teacher. 'Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.