Quotes About Existence

Au fond, Qu'est-ce qui est arrivé après ? — voilà la seule raison d'être de la vie ou d'une histoire.

Alzo gli occhi, ecco lì le stelle, sempre le stesse, desolazione, e sotto gli angeli che non sanno di essere angeli. E Sarina morirà. Ed io morirò, e voi morirete, e tutti moriremo e persino le stelle si spegneranno una dopo l'altra con l'andar del tempo

Life was life no matter where one lived

Life is not an apology.

Locomotives smoked and reeled above him. His shadow followed him, it aped his walk and thoughts and very being.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again, ain't that right

the cause of death is birth

You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go

the whole world's coming on like a high school sophomore eager to learn what he calls New things, mind you, the same old sing-song sad song truth of death . . . because the reason I yell death so much is because I'm really yelling life, because you cant have death without life

Quedamos tumbados de espaldas mirando al techo y preguntándonos qué se habría propuesto Dios al hacer un mundo tan triste.

He's filling empty space with the substance of our lives, confessions of his bellybottom strain, remembrance of ideas, rehashes of old blowing.

What did I care about all the irking hurts and tedious wronks of the world, the human bones are but vain lines dawdling

Memories and dreams are intermixed in this mad universe

the cause of death is birth or procreation

Things come but to go, all things made have to be unmade, and they'll have to be unmade simply because they were made!

God made the world to amuse himself because he was bored?

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

Everything's alright, form is emptiness and emptiness is form, and we're here forever, in one form or another, which is empty. Everything's alright, we're not here, there, or anywhere.

and as the river poured down from mid-America by starlight I knew, I knew like mad that everything I had ever known and would ever know was One.

And of course now no one can tell us that there is no God. We've passed through all forms. You remember, Sal, when I first came to New York and I wanted Chad King to teach me about Nietzsche. You see how long ago? Everything is fine, God exists, we know time. Everything since the Greeks has been predicted wrong. You can't make it with geometry and geometrical systems of thinking. It's all this!

I had a strange vision as we drove along seeing in the clouds above the Alamogordo mountains the words as if imprinted in the sky: "This Is the Impossibility of the Existence of Anything

The world really does not matter, but God has made it so, and so it matters in God, and He Hath Aims for it, which we cannot know without the understanding of obedience. There is nothing to do but give praise. This is my ethic of "art" and why so.

grasping after life as much as you can because of its sweet sadness and because you would be dead some day.

Like as the birds that gather in the trees of afternoon,' wrote Ashvhaghosha almost two thousand years ago, 'then at nightfall vanish all away, so are the separations of the world.