Quotes About Existence

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

There is nothing special in the world. nothing magic. just physics.

you're doomed at being you.

Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.

For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

HELLO! Look at me. HELLO! I am so ZEN. This is BLOOD. This is NOTHING. Hello. Everything is nothing, and it's so cool to be ENLIGHTENED. Like me.

We live and we die and anything else is just a delusion.

I am nothing, and not even that.

We just had a near-life experience

Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.

These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.

What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God. If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God? What you end up doing is you spend your life searching for a father and God. What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that can happen.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.

Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.

The lucky ones are just born dead.

It's weird to think the place where we're standing will only be a point in the sky.

No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.

Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity, you will become a statistic.

Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.

We want you, not your money. As long as you're at fight club, you're not how much money you've got in the bank. You're not your job. You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself. You're not your name. You're not your problems. You're not your age. You are not your hopes. You will not be saved. We are all going to die, someday.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.