Quotes About Existence

Death. Sometimes he could almost feel it in the room with him. He rocked to and fro in the chair. What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

And then he was just weary. His job was done. Existence seemed a pointless series of problems. What was identity? Better never to have been. He shut his eyes.

Platitudes or otherwise, there were no words to ease the agony of living.

This is not to say that there is a clear line of demarcation between the living and the non-living. For the ancients, mould and mildew were not clearly differentiated from rust; from our perspective, prions and viruses are also indeterminate. They can reproduce their kind and they employ resources from their hosts to do so, but they do not have life cycles as plants and animals do.

Sometimes you need to be touched to know you're still alive.

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees?

Nothing is never nothing. It's always something.

This is my one and only life, and it is a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive

Our life is made up of time. Our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. [...] And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

He was one of those people who made you feel like they either didn't know or didn't care that you were in the room and if they ever did acknowledge your existence it was bizarrely score one to you, and twenty years later they'd tell you they'd always had a crush on you but never had the courage to say anything and you'd tell them, What? I didn't even think you liked me? and they'd say, Are you crazy? I just never knew what to say!

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

That is who I am supposed to be, how I am identified and recorded for all time, but I am neither of those things

I'm real. And i'm not going anywhere until you open those eyes properly and see me

She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time till she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

P.S. Volim te Holi, i znam da me voliš. Nisu ti potrebne moje stvari da bi me se se?ala, nisu ti potrebne kao dokaz da sam postojao ili da još postojim u tvojoj glavi. Nije ti potrebno da nosiš moj džemper da bi me osetila oko sebe; ve? sam tu...moje ruke te uvek grle.

So many things to be and not be; I am nothing, but I'm everything, yet I must, I must, I must.

And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

It's the extras that make life." "That make life what?" she whispered. He smiled. "That make life." Elizabeth swallowed the lump in her throat. "That's it?" Ivan smiled. "What do you mean, that's it? How much more can you get than life, how much more can you ask for than life? That's the gift. Life is everything, and you haven't lived it properly until you believe.

Were we lost and unaccounted for, or was this where we truly belonged and our normal lives the original error?

She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live. But what was the point in living when there was no life in it.

Estaba harta de limitarse a existir; quería vivir. Pero ¿qué sentido tenía vivir cuando no se sentía viva?[...] Finalmente prefirió no despertar de sus sueños; éstos eran lo único que le parecía real

My life began at five years old. Knowing that I would die instilled something in me that I carry to this day: the awareness that, despite time being infinite, my time was limited, my time was running out. I realised that my hour and someone else's hour are not equal. We cannot spend it the same way, we cannot think of it in the same way.