Quotes About Existence

We're here for such a short amount of time. Why do we spend any of it building sandcastles?

I can live this life. I can. I can. It's a spark I want to cherish, a splutter of life in the flat battery; but just at the wrong moment I catch a glimpse at the night sky..., and I can see that there's nothing out there at all.

A la mayoría de la gente le cabe en la cabeza el suicidio, supongo; la mayoría de la gente, aunque lo tenga muy oculto en lo más profundo de sí misma, puede recordar alguna vez en la vida en la que pensó si realmente quería despertar a la mañana siguiente. Querer morir parece una parte de estar vivo.

At hun er i live er bra, men det er ikke dét det handler om.

Pada akhirnya, hidup itu seperti udara. Will tak lagi memiliki keraguan akan hal tersebut. Sepertinya tidak ada cara untuk kabur atau pun melihat dari jauh, dan satu hal yang ia bisa lakukan saat itu hanyalah tetap hidup dan bernapas.

No individual existence can be traced further than the moment of conception, which determined that what was to be born would be this person and no other. The person may change from baby to child, and from boy to man, but through all these changes he will remain this person and cannot be another, because all possibilities to the contrary that may have existed before the moment of conception ended forever with the moment of conception.

I will argue that energy has constrained the evolution of life on earth; that the same forces ought to apply elsewhere in the universe; and that a synthesis of energy and evolution could be the basis for a more predictive biology, helping us understand why life is the way it is, not only on earth, but wherever it might exist in the universe.

The ancient covenant is in pieces; man knows at last that he is alone in the universe's unfeeling immensity, out of which he emerged only by chance. His destiny is nowhere spelled out, nor is his duty. The kingdom above or the darkness below: it is for him to choose.

And you know why I didn't get those scans?" He looked back at the blanket-draped figure. "I was scared of dying. Terrified. Didn't want to face it. Didn't want to acknowledge it might happen—that I'd be forced to retire, confined to a hospital bed and get bed sores all over my ass. And then, boom. Nothing. No thoughts. No feeling. No existing. Just ... nothing.

They were connected: the world, her body, her face. Perhaps she should not be asking who she was but, rather, of what she was a part.

Even the dead had names.

Memory is a funny thing. Makes you remember things that didn't really happen and forget things that did. I'm so scared I'll forget because if I forget all these things that happened then there will be no one on earth who remembers them. And if they're forgotten it's like they never happened. No one can prove it. Some writer said that people become our memories of them. So I guess if no one remembers you, then you weren't really here. - almost him

All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist.

Sometimes I thought about nothing and sometimes I thought about my life. At least I made a living. What kind of living? A living. It wasn't easy. I found out how little is unbearable.

There are so many ways to be alive, but only one way to be dead.

Aside from myself, there was no sign of me.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

Put even a fool in front of the window and you'll get a Spinoza; in the end life makes window watchers of us all

But we didn't invent the idea of a single God; we only wrote a story of our struggle to remain true to Him and in doing so we invented ourselves. We gave ourselves a past and inscribed ourselves into the future.

The singular power of literature lies not in its capacity for accurate representation of mass commonalities, but its ability to illuminate the individual life in a way that expands our understanding of some previously unseen or unarticulated aspect of existence.

the tender brutality of physical existence...the insoluble contradiction of being animals cursed with self-reflection, and moral beings cursed with animal instincts...

I thought: I didn't live forever.

Sometimes I thought about nothing and sometimes I thought about my life. At least I made a living. What kind of living? A living. I lived. It wasn't easy. And yet. I found out how little is unbearable.