Quotes About Existence

The strength of your memory dictates the size of your reality

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

Who Am I? Or (Perhaps More Accurately) Who Else Could Be Me?

The goal of being alive is to figure out what it means to be alive.

This is what being alive feels like, you know? The place doesn't matter. You just live.

We're all tourists, sort of. Life is tourism, sort of. As far as I'm concerned, the dinosaurs still hold the lease on this godforsaken rock.

Maybe I don't need a relationship after all, she thought. Maybe thinking about these conversations was just as good as having them. She could sit in her Honda in the dark and experience whatever kind of life she wanted. Sometimes you think, Hey, maybe there's something else out there. But there really isn't. This is what being alive feels like, you know? The place doesn't matter. You just live.

I never feel weird about being the main character in the nontransferable, nonexistent movie of my life. That's totally fine. What makes me nervous is a growing suspicion that this movie is fucked up and devoid of meaning. The auteur is a nihilist.

Some say that time is like water that flows around us (like a stone in the river) and some say we flow with time (like a twig floating on the surface of the water).

But regardless of the direction you move, the central problem is still there: Why do it? What's the best reason for exploding the parameters of reality? With the possible exception of eating a dinosaur, I don't think there is one.

It was a version of nothing so close to something it accidentally became everything.

Something that's only metaphorically alive can never be literally dead.

And if something is only itself, it doesn't particularly matter.

Over time,[*] the Google algorithm created something that had never previously existed: a consensus about the shared understanding of everything.

Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.

If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

Everyone's in their own personal coma.

What if reality is nothing but some disease?

By the time you read this, you'll be older than you remember.

You have to give up! you have to give up! You have to realize that someday you will die, Until you know that, you are useless!

I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.