Quotes About Existence

A baby is Godís opinion that life should go on.

The basic outline of the philosophy of the Buribunks: I think, therefore I am; I speak therefore I am; I write, therefore I am; I publish therefore I am.

Der Feind ist unsere eigene Frage als Gestalt.

Since God actually became visible man, no visible man should leave the visible world to its own devices.

The question of when life begins is answered according to the purposes for which we ask it.

We cannot live without meaning, that would preclude any sense of identity, any hope, any future.

My thoughts kept going back to what I had seen. I couldn't comprehend where all that hate came from, the desire to harm him. He was totally defenceless. But maybe that's exactly what attracted them. The knowledge that there wouldn't be any consequences. It was like he didn't exist, a creature like him . . . a merman . . . couldn't exist.

Why should I still work with enthusiasm when someone has been promoted who doesn't really deserve it? In fact, I no longer love; I am unable to. But this inability to love is quite crucial because it leaves me with an enormous feeling of indifference. Whether I like it or not, love is the aim of my life, the reason for my existence, the only thing that really satisfies me.

Gli storici, scrisse Aristotele (Poetica, 51 b) parlano di quello che è stato (del vero), i poeti parlano di quello che avrebbe potuto essere (del possibile). Ma naturalmente il vero è un punto d'arrivo, non un punto di partenza. Gli storici (e, in modo diverso, i poeti) fanno per mestiere qualcosa che è parte della vita di tutti: districare l'intreccio di vero, falso, finto che è la trama del nostro stare al mondo.

Each day a day goes by.

Man 'knows', which is why he is always two : his life and his knowing.

Life is will-to-live, will is a lack, lack is pain, all life is pain.

If I am hungry,reality is nothing more to me than an ensemble of more or less edible things. If I am thirsty, reality is more or less liquid, and more or less potable. If I am sleepy, it is a great bed more or less hard.If I am not hungry, not thirsty, not sleepy, and do not need any other determinate thing, the world is a large ensemble of grays that are I don't know what but that certainly are not made to cheer me up.

Ahora bien, ¿qué es, oh Sócrates, la vida?, preguntaría yo.

We are made up of the same atoms and the same light signals as are exchanged between pine trees in the mountains and stars in the galaxies.

If I ask whether two events—one on Earth and the other on Proxima b—are happening "at the same moment," the correct answer would be: "It's a question that doesn't make sense, because there is no such thing as 'the same moment' definable in the universe." The "present of the universe" is meaningless.

What are we, in this boundless and glowing world?

Nature is our home, and in nature we are at home. This strange, multicoloured and astonishing world which we explore – where space is granular, time does not exist, and things are nowhere – is not something that estranges us from our true selves, for this is only what our natural curiosity reveals to us about the place of our dwelling. About the stuff of which we ourselves are made.

Quantum mechanics extends this relativity in a radical way: all variable aspects of an object exist only in relation to other objects. It is only in interactions that nature draws the world.

Life is precious to us because it is ephemeral.

Life on Earth gives only a small taste of what can happen in the universe.

We are made of the same stardust of which all things are made, and when we are immersed in suffering or when we are experiencing intense joy, we are being nothing other than what we can't help but be: a part of our world.

We are stories, contained within the twenty complicated centimeters behind our eyes, lines drawn by traces left by the (re)mingling together of things in the world, and oriented toward predicting events in the future, toward the direction of increasing entropy, in a rather particular corner of this immense, chaotic universe.

Things change only in relation to one another. At a fundamental level, there is no time.