Quotes About Existence

It might be that he lived a more real life within his thoughts...

Thou are my only reality-- all other people are but shadows to me: all events and actions, in which thou dost not mingle, are but dreams.

O Father in Heaven—if Thou art still my Father—what is this being which I have brought into the world?

That pit of blackness that lies beneath us, everywhere ... the firmest substance of human happiness is but a thin crust spread over it, with just reality enough to bear up the illusive stage-scenery amid which we tread. It needs no earthquake to open the chasm.

Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind, with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting even to the happiest among them? As concerned her own individual existence, she had long ago decided in the negative, and dismissed the point as settled. A tendency to speculation, though it may keep woman quiet, as it does man, yet makes her sad.

Yes! - these were her realities - all else had vanished!

Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting, even to the happiest among them?

Death was too definite an object to be wished for, or avoided.

In giving her existence, a great law had been broken; and the result was a being, whose elements were perhaps beautiful and brilliant, but all in disorder; or with an order peculiar to themselves, amidst which the point of variety and arrangement was difficult or impossible to be discovered.

It was no wonder that they thus questioned one another's actual and bodily existence, and even doubted of their own. So strangely did they meet in the dim wood that it was like the first encounter in the world beyond the grave of two spirits who had been intimately connected in their former life, but now stood coldly shuddering in mutual dread, as not yet familiar with their state, nor wonted to the companionship of disembodied beings. Each a ghost, and awe-stricken at the other ghost.

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false?—it is impalpable?—it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself, in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist

I find nothing so singular in life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

Man's best-directed effort accomplishes a kind of dream, while God is the sole worker of realities.

There is something so massive, stable, and almost irresistibly imposing in the exterior presentment of established rank and great possessions that their very existence seems to give them a right to exist; at least, so excellent a counterfeit of right, that few poor and humble men have moral force enough to question it, even in their secret minds.

But whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.

As a child I first became aware that my existence had a purpose when I realized men lusted after me. And that's why I will lust forever after men. Before I even began to worry about homework or any of those school things, I began having secret liaisons with men. And it is men who give me the proof I need now to feel I'm alive.

Was it my lot in life to stand forever on heaven's shores watching the glittering swirl of celestial bodies on the other side?

You see, natural beauty creates such excitement that the existence of the weight is negated. And once it is negated, the heavier it is to bear.

Karl wasn't interested in me; neither was Johnson. But Kijima's father liked me for who I was. The realization left me feeling numb. I was touched. But being touched is not the same as feeling desire. And I didn't exist without desire. If I didn't exist, then what?

Everybody has to die, Firdaus. I will die, and you will die. The important thing is how to live until you die.

But I feel that you, in particular, are a person who cannot live without love. Yet I am living without love. Then you are either living a lie or not living at all.

We are actually fourth dimensional beings in a third dimensional body inhabiting a second dimensional world!

Either things happen for a reason, or they happen for no reason at all. Either one's life is a thread in a glorious tapestry or humanity is just a hopelessly tangled knot.

The way I see it, it's got nothing to do with all of that. It has to do with love...A person don't got a soul until that person is loved. If a mother loves her baby-- wants her baby--it's got a soul from the moment she knows it's there. The moment you're loved, that's when you got your soul. --Diego