Quotes About Existence

Es ist normal geworden, keine Wurzeln mehr zu haben. Nicht in Orten, nicht in Familien. Kein Grund, sich zu beklagen. Dafür leben wir heute länger. Wenn auch nicht ganz klar ist, wozu. (Der Mann schläft. Seite 74)

Faith is the response to something which is calling us from the timeless part of our reality.

A person is either himself or not himself; is either rooted in his existence or is a fabrication; has either found his humanhood or is still playing with masks and roles and status symbols. And nobody is more aware of this difference (although unconsciously) than a child. Only an authentic person can evoke a good response in the core of the other person; only person is resonant to person.

To love and be loved is the great happiness of existence.

Death is the reward for living

People are afraid to die, and even more afraid to live.

I hope that someday we will find evidence that there is intelligent life among humans on this planet.

But a light now waxed within him at the knowledge that such wonders as he had been shown could exist.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?

What did my hands do before they held you?

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.

For each one of us lives in his microcosm, the solidity of this world is a mere game of mirrors, there can be no absolute existence for what is apprehended differently by all.

to fight against time, against forgetting, against death, to do justice to this absolute presence of the instant, to this eternity of the instant, which will have been forever

Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.

But there's no pause in real life. There's also no rewind. And there's definitely no delete. There's just now running on and on, and you can't ever stop it, no matter what you do.

Live is meaningful only if you gave it a meaning.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

Time the destroyer is time the preserver.

Birth, and copulation, and death.That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.

Home is where one starts from. As we grow olderThe world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicatedOf dead and living. Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after,But a lifetime burning in every momentAnd not the lifetime of one man onlyBut of old stones that cannot be deciphered.

At the still point of the turning world.Neither flesh nor fleshless.

Yet we have gone on living,Living and partly living.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.