Quotes About Existence

may be known, but is in no way felt" (Z 1099) and the youthful illusions (l'inganno giovanile) that survive into old age (

Death is not evil, for it frees man from all ills and takes away his desires, along with desire's rewards.

Jamás existió en el mundo nación de ateos, pues empezaron todas con alguna religión, y las religiones, sin salvedad, echaron su raigambre en aquel deseo, naturalmente común a los hombres, de vivir eternamente: y este universal deseo de la naturaleza humana nace de un común sentido, celado en la hondura de la mente humana, según el cual los ánimos de los hombres son inmortales.

God is great because no one else could create the planet we live in. All living beings dwell in the same Earth which God created. Whether they believe in Him or not.

There is nothing above or below you, which God does not know.

Crying makes me know I'm still real and still alive.

For who has not wondered whether everything in this world might be alive? Though it be made of stone or wood or metal, there might be life in it, or opinion or, worst of all, resentment. The hewn boards of any boardwalk, did they recall the bite of the saw? Does memory linger in them? Perhaps the forge's fire still dreams in each nail. A building might be made entirely of injured and brooding things.

But everything is remembered by its moment of greatest intensity. Dying

Life inevitably translates into time. That is why the sum total of it is called 'a lifetime'. Freedom is the potential to spend one's time in any fashion one determines.

Not only is suicide a sin, it is the sin. It is the ultimate and absolute evil, the refusal to take an interest in existence; the refusal to take the oath of loyalty to life. The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself, kills all men. As far as he is concerned he wipes out the world.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists, as the mother can love the unborn child.

To be born into this earth is to be born into uncongenial surroundings, hence to be born into a romance.

If there were no God, there would be no atheists.

Things of a day! what are we and what not? A dream of a shaddow is man; yet when some god-given splendor falls, a glory of light comes over him and his life is sweet

Man need not be degraded to a machine by being denied to be a ghost in a machine. He might, after all, be a sort of animal, namely, a higher mammal. There has yet to be ventured the hazardous leap to the hypothesis that perhaps he is a man.

A natural counterpart to the theory that minds constitute a world other than 'the physical world' is the theory that there exist ways of discovering the contents of this other world which are counterparts to our ways of discovering the contents of the physical world.

If ordinary men never report the occurrence of these acts, for all that, according to the theory, they should be encountered vastly more frequently than headaches, or feelings of boredom; if ordinary vocabulary has no non-academic names for them; if we do not know how to settle simple questions about their frequency, duration or strength, then it is fair to conclude that their existence is not asserted on empirical grounds.

la kuvunda halian ubani. There is no incense for something rotting. And that is the condition of the world. This I know.

If you're trapped in the dream of the Other, you're fucked.

To affirm is not to bear, carry, or harness oneself to that which exists, but on the contrary to unburden, unharness, and set free that which lives.

Primeiro grande dispositivo a produzir social e regularmente a personalidade aparente, a moda estetizou e individualizou a vaidade humana, conseguiu fazer do superficial um instrumento de salvação, uma finalidade de existência.

Everybody is messed up and occupied by others! Even if you are not Filipino! We are all creatures of translation, parallel chapters repeating in a universal void!

I would like to make a movie in which the spectator understands that she is in a work of someone else's construction, and yet as she watches, she is devising her own translations for the movie in which she in fact exists.

We are all specks of dust against the specter of Time. Is ninety years so different from forty in the scheme of things? We are all the walking dead of history.