Quotes About Existence

The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.

This world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is.

And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void.

To make the sea your own, to watch over it, to brood your very soul into it, to accept it and love it as though only it mattered and existed.

For when you realized that God is Everything you know that you've got to love everything no matter how bad it is, in the ultimate sense it was neither good nor bad (consider the dust), it was just what was, that is, what we made to appear.

What a horror it would have been if the world was real.

This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.

Believe in the holy contour of life

everybody saying O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that, how do you know he doesnt hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done

The innumerable worlds in the Milky Way, words.

I am an appearance The world is an appearance The bread I eat is an appearance All wish't forth from Mind Essence Due to Ignorance-- I don't have to exist I don't exist, I do exist-- Who cares? For the purposes of this world Do nothing Or do everything anyhow.

I'm the golden eternity in mortal animate form.

Praised be I, writing, dead already and dead again

Ripples in the upside down lake of the void . . . The bottom of the world is gold and the world is upside down

Se non scrivo quello che vedo effettivamente accadere su questo globo infelice racchiuso nei contorni del mio teschio penserò che il povero Dio mi abbia mandato sulla terra per niente.

All you want to do is run out there and get laid and get beat up and get screwed up and get old and sick and banged around by samsara, you fucking eternal meat of comeback you

be in love with your life. every detail of it.

What is the universe but a lot of waves And a craving desire is a wave…

O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that, how do you know he doesn't hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done tho of course that's not true

If all the world were green, there would be no such thing as the color green. Similarly, men cannot know what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart. If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? This is why we turn away from each other on moments of great happiness and closeness. How can we know happiness and closeness without contrasting them, like lights?

An art dies when it describes itself instead of life - when it turns from the expression of man's feelings in the void, to a mere description of the void.

You can't live in this world but there's no where else to go.

I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.

How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?