Quotes About Existence

Pero, cuanto más leía, más comprendía los miedos y los sueños de los mortales. Lo mucho que les costaba vivir en el momento, a pesar de que el momento era lo único que tenían.

I am your completion! Intoned Goddard. I am your deliverance! I am your portal to the mysteries beyond this life!

When it came to the human race, there was no more left to learn. Nothing about our own existence to decipher. Which meant that no one person was important than any other. In fact in the ground scheme of things, everyone was equally useless

Let's set the existence-of-God issue aside for a later volume, and just stipulate that in some way, self-replicating organisms came into existence on this planet and immediately began trying to get rid of each other, either by spamming their environments with rough copies of themselves, or by more direct means which hardly need to be belabored. Most of them failed, and their genetic legacy was erased from the universe forever, but a few found some way to survive and to propagate.

That's funny because if anyone actually did prove the existence of God we'd just tell him 'nice proof, Fraa Bly' and start believing in God.

Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist, happy is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light; whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked, outreaches life and readily comprehends the language of flowers and of all mute things.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people.

I ask every thinking man to show me what remains of life.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, need not even exist.

Have you sunk into so deep a stupor that you are happy only in your unhappiness? - Anywhere, Out of this World

Dans ce trou noir ou lumineux vit la vie, rêve la vie, souffre la vie.

In certain almost supernatural states of mind, the profundity of life is revealed in its entirety in the spectacle, common as it may be, that we have before our eyes. It becomes the symbol of it.

But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady gnaws at those sturdy flanks? —She is weeping, fool, because she has lived! And because she lives! But what she deplores Most, what makes her shudder down to her knees, Is that tomorrow, alas! she will still have to live! Tomorrow, after tomorrow, always!—like us!

I have more memories than if I had lived a thousand years.

Saniye, tam üç bin alt? yüz kez saatte, F?s?ldar:: An?msa! - Çabuk çabuk, sesiyle Bir böceÄŸin, Åžimdi der: Ben GeçmiÅŸ'im bile, Ä°ÄŸrenç hortumumla emdim ömrünü hatta!

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

Ma perché piange? Ella, perfetta beltà che metterebbe a' suoi piedi, vinto, il genere umano? Qual misterioso male rode l'atletico suo fianco? - Ella piange, insensata, perché ha vissuto! e perché vive! Ma ciò che soprattutto deplora, ciò che le fa fremere tutta quanta, gli è che l'indomani, ahimè! sarà forza vivere ancora! Domani, dopo domani e sempre! - come noi!

Toute forme créée, même par l'homme, est immortelle. Car la forme est indépendante de la matière, et ce ne sont pas les molécules qui constituent la forme.

La poésie est ce qui existe de plus réel, c'est ce qui est complètement vrai dans un autre monde .

El alma es cosa tan impalpable, tan inútil a menudo, y en ocasiones tan molesta, que, al perderla, no sentí más que una emoción algo menor que si se me hubiera extraviado, yendo de paseo, una tarjeta de visita.

Solidão, silêncio, incomparável castidade do azul! Pequena vela a tremular no horizonte, cuja fraqueza e isolamento imitam a minha irremediável existência. Melodia monótona das ondas".

Num?rul sufletelor este finit sau infinit?