Quotes About Existence

When skies above were not yet named Nor earth below pronounced by name There was water...

it's occurred to her that there are millions, billions, of other men and women in the world who wake up early in their separate beds, greedy for the substance of their own lives, but obliged every day to reinvent themselves.

It's like concentrating on your own breath: once you start thinking about the air rushing in and out of your body, your breath has a way of getting stuck in your throat so that you understand how easy it would be to fall down and die.

Hay partes del cuerpo que uno lleva consigo mismo durante toda la vida, pero que nunca posee realmente.

Virginia Woolf believed that 'Moments of Being' were all that counted in life.

All human life seemed to be out there. And it was not a pretty sight.

If you have life, you have purpose.

Nothing exists without a purpose. And we humans are subject to the laws of nature just as everything else on earth is.

To believe in an invisible order, a divine or implicate order, as quantum physics calls it, or the order beneath the disorder that chaos theory describes, is a healthier, more interesting choice than seeing no meaning in life whatsoever.

And eternity does not mean everlasting time but a moment without time. Wittgenstein saw it clearly: "If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, eternal life belongs to those who live in the present." So

The unconscious life is just that—unconscious. You aren't even aware that you aren't aware of anything. You just think about the basics of life—food, clothing, money. It never occurs to you to wonder about for what purpose were you created. And then, once you ask that question, you can't stop asking it again and again. It always leads to another truth.

Was this all there was to life? Joys and sorrows reduced to a box full of gray ashes.

I want to love what I'm doing. Love who I'm with. Have a passion for life, for breathing, for beauty, for everything. I don't want to die without that zeal, that fever, that excitement brewing inside me. I want to live, not merely exist.

Life is too short to have everyone else tell you how to live. Make a few mistakes, and learn from them. At least they'll be real, and you'll be living, not just existing.

It doesn't cause me to doubt God's existence, but it does force me to admit there's a lot about God I don't understand.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

I call people sometimes hoping not only that they'll verify the fact that I'm alive but that they'll also, however indirectly, convince me that being alive is an appropriate state for me to be in. Because sometimes I don't think it's such a bright idea. Is it worth the trouble it takes trying to live life so that someday you get something worthwhile out of it, instead of it almost always taking worthwhile things out of you?

As if death were a resource that had to be earned, that could ever be used up or wasted.

That we have purpose for being who we are, and what we are, though we may not always know it.

But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth? If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth? If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all.

What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have nothing to do with time going by at all.