Quotes About Existence

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

There would be love, and while it was mine, I could cling to it. I could rejoice -- in life, in the existence of love. In the existence of people like Phedre and Joscelin. Although the standards they set were impossibly high, still, I could rejoice that such courage and compassion existed in the world. I could hope and aspire.

Merely surviving without doing harm seemed chore enough.

It is the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning. That much, I had learned.

Glielo spiegai; non a parole, ma nel linguaggio della carne, di labbra, lingua e mani, del respiro accelerato e del pulsare del sangue nelle vene, nell'umore salato del desiderio. È la stessa domanda che poniamo alla nostra esistenza, e anche la risposta è sempre la stessa. Il mistero non è nella domanda e neppure nella risposta, ma nel continuare a domandarsi e a rispondersi, perché la fine è generata dall'inizio.

There are many things wealth cannot buy, and most of those are enumerated by philosophers who have never woken wondering if this day would be their last.

Ray bent his head toward her, and they smiled at each other, a pair of blissful ghouls in love. I might have felt sorry for them if the continued existence of their relationship didn't necessitate generating incredible amounts of anguish and misery, which I was apparently next in line to provide.

Il dolore riscatta tutto: rappresenta la consapevolezza della vita e, al tempo stesso, un monito di morte.

Otra pregunta que también quedará sin respuesta: me parece que no soy más que eso, preguntas sin respuesta.

Je ne connais pas que la plaine caillouteuse, l'errance et la lente perte de l'espoir, je suis le rejeton stérile d'une race dont je ne sais rien, pas même si elle a disparu. Peut-être que, quelque part, l'humanité resplendit sous les étoiles, ignorant qu'une fille de son sang achève sa vie dans le silence. Nous n'y pouvons rien.

sobrevivir solo es postergar el momento de morir

I am reduced to calling a memory the sense of existing in the same place, with the same people and doing the same things (...) For a very long time, the days went by, each one just like the day before then I began to think, and everything changed. Before, nothing happened other than this repetition of identical gestures, and the time seemed to stand still, even if I was vaguely aware that I was growing and that time was passing. My memory begins with my anger.

And the ending was as she expected it to be . . . and they all lived happily ever after. She wondered about happily ever after. Did it exist only in fairy tales, in stories for children? Or was there hope, really?

Tomorrow will be our last day together," said Simon. "I wish I understood time, Maisie. It vanishes through one's fingers." He held her hands together in front of his chest, and touched each of her fingertips in turn. "Maurice says that only when we have a respect for time will we have learned something of the art of living.

I believe in one day and someday and this perfect moment called Now .

If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.

The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it

Everyone must assume their own death, that is to say, the one thing in the world that no one else can either give or take: therein resides freedom and responsibility.

But to learn to live, to learn it from oneself and by oneself, all alone, to teach oneself to live ("I would like to learn to live finally"), is that not impossible for a living being? Is it not what logic itself forbids? To live, by definition, is not something one learns. Not from oneself, it is not learned from life, taught by life. Only from the other and by death. In

From this point of view, Rousseau knew that death is not the simple outside of life. Death by writing also inaugurates life. "I can certainly say that I never began to live, until I looked upon myself as a dead man" (Confessions, Book 6 [p. 236]).

Elu jaatamine pole muud kui teatavat sorti mõte surmast. See pole ei vastandumine ega ka ükskõiksus surma suhtes. Tõepoolest, võiks peaaegu öelda et midagi vastupidist, kui see poleks omakorda liiga lihtne vastandumisele järele andmine

it is based on the foundation, as in Descartes, of the "I am," the foundation of subjectivity and consciousness

presence and self-presence (89).

Limiting the potencies of repetition to presence