Quotes About Existence

WITH CLARITY and quiet, I look upon the world and say: All that I see, hear, taste, smell, and touch are the creations of my mind.

I didn't know. I was fully aware of what would be destroyed. I did not know what would be built out of the ruins. No one can know that with any degree of certainty, I thought. The world is tangible, solid, we live in it and are struggling with it every moment it exist. The world of the future is not yet born

Death, like life, dies at every moment and is born again at every moment.

Tanr? bir uçurumdur.

La conciencia era un dolor insoportable.

Everything is impermanent. Every physical and mental experience arises and passes. Everything in existence is endlessly arising out of causes and conditions. We all create suffering for ourselves through our resistance, through our desire to have things different than the way they are - that is, our clinging or aversion.

The meaning of life is something we answer with our own activities; there's no general answer. We determine what the meaning of it is. Meaning in the sense of significance, not in the sense of chair means this, but the significance of your life-- is something you create

in a predatory capitalist economy, state intervention would be an absolute necessity to preserve human existence and to prevent the destruction of the physical environment [...].

He did not foresee that in a predatory capitalist economy, state intervention would be an absolute necessity to preserve human existence and to prevent the destruction of the physical environment—I speak optimistically.

lo que debemos hacer es tratar de entender la verdad acerca del mundo. Y la verdad acerca del mundo es generalmente bastante fea.

Anarchism is necessarily anti-capitalist in that it "opposes the exploitation of man by man." But anarchism also opposes "the dominion of man over man." It insists that "socialism will be free or it will not be at all. In its recognition of this lies the genuine and profound justification for the existence of anarchism.

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can? The past is slipping away and the present is a constant affront. I can't possibly keep up.

I had long since ceased to believe in the existence of that mystical sisterly loyalty women are alleged to feel toward one another.

Who was there to write our names, to even know our names and to remember us?

It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years. Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life? And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.

And tis' my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.

It's a pretty big deal, not being dead, and I wanted to stay that way.

However weary he might be of life after three centuries of it, he was more weary of witnessing death.

You couldn't erase the past, or kill it, or wish it out of existence. Nor could you will away the present or change what was coming. We were all trapped in that cycle of time, just circling around the core of yesterdays. Sometimes those yesterdays were strong enough, willful enough, to suck you back no matter how hard you struggled.

Do you ever wonder at the arrogance of men who think they alone exist in the Universe?

We're meant, she said simply, at least for the time we have.

There is a source for the light, for all we are, for the air we breathe, the earth we stand on. Life is a gift, even to a blade of grass, and must be honored. We have been given more, and must honor the gift and the giver.

Your power doesn't come from a void, girl. There is a source for the light, for all we are, for the air we breathe, the earth we stand on. Life is a gift, even to a blade of grass, and must be honored. We have been given more, and must honor the gift and the giver.

dead. Standing