Quotes About Existence

we ask: Why suicide? We search for reasons, causes, and so on.... We follow the course of the life he has now so suddenly terminated as far back as we can. For days we are preoccupied with the question: Why suicide? We recollect details. And yet we must say that everything in the suicide's life- for now we know that all his life he was a suicide, led a suicide's existence- is part of the cause, the reason, for his suicide.

What can you do. You get a name, you're called 'Thomas Bernhard', and it stays that way for the rest of your life. And if at some point you go for a walk in the woods, and someone takes a photo of you, then for the next eighty years you're always walking in the woods. There's nothing you can do about it.

The whole process of life is a process of deterioration in which everything—and this is the most cruel law—continually gets worse.

In die Natur hineingehen und in dieser Natur ein- und ausatmen und in dieser Natur nichts als tatsächlich und für immer Zuhause zu sein, das empfände er als das höchste Glück. In den Wald gehen, tief in den Wald hinein, sagte der Burgschauspieler, sich gänzlich dem Wald überlassen, das ist es immer gewesen, der Gedanke, nichts anderes, als selbst Natur zu sein.

All this time I've been talking about the human sciences and don't even know what these human sciences are, don't have the slightest clue, he said, I thought, been talking about philosophy and don't have a clue about philosophy, been talking about existence and don't have a clue about it, he said. Our starting point is always that we don't know anything about anything and don't even have a clue about it, he said

Years later the world confirmed my judgment, but this only pained me, like everything confirmed by the newspapers. We exist, we don't have any other choice, Glenn

Ich kenne die Natur überhaupt nicht und ich hasse sie, denn sie bringt mich um.

Everything about everybody is nothing but diversion from death.

We can exist at the highest degree of intensity for as long as we live.

Suddenly there's an idea and it demands realization, our entire life, our entire existence consists only of such ideas demanding realization, once this process breaks off, our life breaks off, we're dead. We consist of nothing but ideas that surface inside us and that we want to realize, that we must realize, or else we're dead.

The Loser proceeds to narrate the same story he tells in virtually every one of his plays and novels: a story of frustrated ambition and (incestuous) love, suicide, and the generally grotesque absurdity of existence. But

Children are begotten by their parents out of sheer malice and dragged into the world out of the greatest imaginable inconsiderateness.

But of course the world consists only of absurd ideas.

One misunderstanding casts us into the world of misunderstanding, which we must put up with as a world composed solely of misunderstandings and which we depart from with a single great misunderstanding, for death is the greatest misunderstanding of all.

Oni idu tako daleko i vjeruju da ?ovjek nastaje tek onda kad primi svedodžbu ili stekne titulu, prije toga uop?e nije ?ovjek.

Istinski i u stvarnosti na svijetu još samo postoje glumci koji se igraju rada, nema radnika. Sve se glumi, ništa se više zbiljski ne ?ini.

M? gândesc cu pl?cere la autodistrugere ÅŸi autodesfiinÅ£are.N-am altceva de f?cut toat? viaÅ£a.Iar dac? nu m? înÅŸel,chiar îmi reuÅŸesc autodistrugerea ÅŸi autodesfiinÅ£area.De când m? scol dimineaÅ£a,primul meu gând este s? acÅ£ionez decis la distrugerea ÅŸi desfiinÅ£area mea.

En el fondo, el mundo, desde dondequiera que lo miremos, se compone de insoportabilidad. El mundo nos resulta cada vez más insoportable. El que soportemos lo insoportable es la capacidad para el tormento y el dolor, durante toda la vida, de cada uno, hay en ello algunos elementos irónicos, un idiotismo irracional, y todo lo demás es calumnia.

Dünyaya getirilir, ama yetiÅŸtirilmeyiz. Bizi dünyaya getirenler, yaratt?klar? yeni insan? yok etmek için gereken her türlü beceriksizliÄŸi ve ak?ls?zl??? yapar.

No se le ha ocurrido que los hombres viven en cementerios? ¿Que las grandes ciudades son grandes cementerios? ¿Las pequeñas ciudades cementerios más pequeños? ¿Los pueblos cementerios más pequeños todavía? ¿Que una cama es un ataúd? ¿Que los vestidos son mortajas? ¿Todo ensayos para la muerte? La existencia entera un eterno ensayar para la capilla ardiente y el entierro.

I want to see him clearly again with the help of these notes, these scraps of memory, which are meant to clarify and recall to mind not only the hopeless situation of my friend but also my own hopelessness at the time, for just as Paul's life had once again run into an impasse, so mine too had run into an impasse, or rather been driven into one. I am bound to say that, like Paul, I had once more overstated and overrated my existence, that I had exploited it to excess.

We're so arrogant that we think we're studying music whereas we're not even capable of living, not even capable of existing, for we don't exist, we get existed...

Instead of committing suicide, people go to work. All their lives long, as long as their existence allows for this constantly recurring process, so Roithamer.

No ta pošast svjedodžaba i titula nije, dakako, izum ovog stolje?a, ljudi su uvijek težili za time. Budu?i da su sebe premalo cijenili, jednog su se dana ve? prije više stolje?a iskazivali svjedodžbom i titulom kako bi mogli sami pred sobom postojati.