Quotes About Existence

Can we perceive those inorganic beings, don Juan? I asked. We certainly can, he replied. Sorcerers do it at will. Average people do it, but they don't realize that they're doing it because they are not conscious of the existence of a twin world. When they think of a twin world, they enter into all kinds of mental masturbation, but it has never occurred to them that their fantasies have their origin in a subliminal knowledge that all of us have: that we are not alone.

Perhaps it's not possible to explain, he said. Certain things in your life matter to you because they're important; your acts are certainly important to you, but for me, not a single thin is important any longer neither my acts nor the acts of any of my fellow men. I go on living though. because I have my will. Because I have tempered my will throughout my life until it's neat and wholesome and now it doesn't matter to me that nothing matters. My will controls the folly of my life.

I really felt I had lost my body, don Juan. You did. You mean, I really didn't have a body? What do you think yourself? well, I don't know. All I can tell you is what I felt. That is all there is in reality - what you felt.

The memorable events of a shaman's album are affairs that will stand the test of time because they have nothing to do with him, and yet he is in the thick of them. He'll always be in the thick of them, for the duration of his life, and perhaps beyond, but not quite personally.

Man lives only to learn. And if he learns it is because it is the nature of his lot, for good or bad.

Lumea asta nu va muri de o bomb? atomic?, aÅŸa cum spun ziarele, ci va muri de râs, de banalitate, f?când o glum? din tot ÅŸi din toate ÅŸi, în plus, o glum? proast?.

Este mundo no se morirá de una bomba atómica como dicen los diarios, se morirá de risa, de banalidad, haciendo un chiste de todo, y además un chiste malo." ? Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don't stop at your station.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.

We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality.

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

All interpretation or observation of reality is necessarily fiction. In this case, the problem is that man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other purpose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species. It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for a human being. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Everything in life in nonsense. It's just a question of persepctive

Life had taught her that we all require big and small lies in order to survive, just as much as we need air. She used to say that if during one single day, from dawn to dusk, we could see the naked reality of the world, and of ourselves, we would either take our own lives or lose our minds.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Everything in life is nonsense. It's just a question of perspective.

Tell our stories to the world, and never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us.

You don't look well, he pronounced. Indigestion, I replied. From what? Reality. Join the queue.

There's nothing here. Nothing at all.' Marina gave me a look that I could not fathom. 'You're wrong,' she said. 'The memories of hundreds of people lie here. Their lives, their feelings, their expectations, their absence, the dreams that never came true for them, the disappointments, the deceptions and the unrequited loves that poisoned their existence... All that is here, trapped for ever.

He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

It is part of our nature to survive. Faith is an instinctive response to aspects of existence that we cannot explain by any other means - be it the moral void we perceive in the universe, the certainty of death, the mystery of the origin of things, the meaning of our own lives or the absence of meaning.

He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.

Truth cannot be found, son. It finds you.