Quotes About Existence

Las Tres Leyes de la Robótica de Asimov» y son las siguientes: 1. Un robot no puede hacer daño a un ser humano, o, por medio de la inacción, permitir que un ser humano sea lesionado. 2. Un robot debe obedecer las órdenes recibidas por los seres humanos, excepto si estas órdenes entrasen en conflicto con la Primera Ley. 3. Un robot debe proteger su propia existencia en la medida en que esta protección no sea incompatible con la Primera y la Segunda Ley.

The other dragged at his mustache bitterly. "He's a skeptic," was the bitter response. "He doesn't believe we made him or that Earth exists or space or stars." "Sizzling Saturn, we've got a lunatic robot on our hands.

Öylesine gülünç olacaks?n?z ki herkes bir hiç olduÄŸunuza inanacak. Bunun da tek amac? hayat?n?z? korumak... Gerçekten yaÅŸanmaya deÄŸer olup olmad??? ÅŸüpheli olan hayat?n?z?...

That's not the proof I want.' 'You'll have such proof as exists. You are the only one responsible for your own wants.

Ne yaz?k ki, Sonsuzlukta bile ÅŸimdiki zaman geçip gidiyor.

Sin la interdependencia humana, desaparece el principal aliciente que ofrece la vida; se esfuman casi todos los valores intelectuales y falta una auténtica razón para vivir. La visualización no puede sustituir la presencia personal. Incluso los propios solarianos se dan cuenta de que la visualización no es más que un sentido a larga distancia.

The orthodox view has the following reading: '1) A robot may not harm a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm; 2) A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law; 3) A robot must protect its own existence, as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

If you believe in God, then He exists.

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

The dead don't go anywhere. They're all here. Each man is a cemetery. An actual cemetery, in which lie all our grandmothers and grandfathers, the father and mother, the wife, the child. Everyone is here all the time.

The Rabbi thought he saw an expression of perplexity in the golem's eyes. It seemed to the Rabbi that his eyes were asking, 'Who am I? Why am I here? What is the secret of my being? Rabbi Leib often saw the same bewilderment in the eyes of newborn children and even in the eyes of animals.

Atheism is a sort of crippled mysticism, [...] Blind nature has created all that we see, as well as all that we do not see - that's a mystical notion.

How is it possible, after all, that someone should simply vanish? How can someone who lived, loved, and wrangled with God and with himself just disappear? I don't know how and in what sense but they're here. Since time is an illusion, why shouldn't everything remain?

How far is living from dying?

If time is just a form of perception, or a category of reason, the past is as present as today: Cain continues to murder Abel.

The rabbi thought he saw an expression of perplexity in the golem's eyes. It seemed to the rabbi that his eyes were asking, Who am I? Why am I here? What is the secret of my being? Rabbi Leib often saw the same bewilderment in the eyes of newborn children and even in the eyes of animals.

Comparada con aquella luminosidad, hasta la muerte parecía una simple pesadilla. Ni el cielo ni el río ni las dunas estaban muertos. Todo vivía, la tierra, el sol y cada piedra. El verdadero enigma no era la muerte, sino el sufrimiento.

One did not need to be a believer to see the purpose in nature, the truth of so-called teleology, so taboo in science.

She did not believe that the world was a vale of tears but rather a joke that God had played and that it was idiotic to take it seriously.

Happiness is pure kitsch; we come into the world to suffer and learn.

If nothing hurts, that means I woke up dead

I try desperately to conquer the transitory nature of my existence, to trap moments before they evenesce, to untangle the confusion of my past. Every instant disappears in a breath and immediately becomes the past; reality is ephemeral and changing, pure longing.

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

Silencio antes de nacer, silencio después de la muerte, la vida es puro ruido entre dos insondables silencios.