Quotes About Existence

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time

Il mondo" dice Brandy "è la tua culla e la tua trappola.

if history remembered him as an idiot, well, he was only one among billions of people. History could spare one man. All men are doomed to spend most of their existence among the dead.

What's up with you? How come you're being like this?' Because it's the truth. This is the world we live in.

Rant Casey on DRVR Radio Graphic Traffic: . . . What if reality is nothing but some disease?

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

The big question people ask isn't 'What's the nature of existence?' the mouth says. 'The big question people ask is 'What's that from?

Pero si la realidad no es más que un conjuro, y no quieres realmente lo que crees que quieres... —Acerca su cara a mi cara y dice—: Si no tienes libre albedrío. No sabes qué sabes en realidad. Realmente no amas a quien solamente crees que amas. ¿Qué razones te quedan para vivir?

Would it be so bad? To be the last two people in the world? His hand slips around, wraps around Miss Sneezy's limp fingers, and Mr. Whittier says, Why can't the world end the same way it started?

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos. Somos y ya está, y lo que pasa, simplemente pasa.

The thing about being cloned from all those shampoo commercials, well, that goes for me and Brandy Alexander, too. Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a vacuum cleaner, a Barbie doll. Erasing a computer disk. Burning a book. Probably that goes for killing anybody in the world. We're all such products.

What she's learned is what she always learns. Plate was right. We're all of us immortal. We couldn't die if we wanted to. Every day of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that.

Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

If you can watch much television, then being dead will be a cinch. Actually watching television and surfing the internet are really excellent practise for being dead.

Imagine there's no God. There is no Heaven or Hell. There is only your son and his son and his son, and the world you leave for them.

Even what's inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you'd die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited.

Komik olabilir ama en trajik yang?n bile asl?nda süregelen kimyasal bir tepkimedir. Jan Dark'?n oksidasyonudur.

VÅ¡ichni jsme myÅ¡lenky, které bojují o vlastní pÃ…â"¢ežití.

A veces te despiertas y tienes que preguntarte dónde estás.

Te despiertas y no estas en ningún sitio.

Tu non sei un delicato e irripetibile fiocco di neve. Tu sei la stessa materia organica deperibile di chiunque altro e noi tutti siamo parte dello stesso cumulo in decomposizione.

Somos y ya está, y lo que pasa, simplemente pasa.

Por que causei tanta dor? Eu não entendia que cada um de nós é sagrado, um floco de neve único e especial em sua individualidade única e especial? Não conseguia ver como todos nós somos manifestações do amor? Olho para Deus atrás da mesa tomando notas em um bloquinho. Deus entendeu tudo errado. Nós não somos especiais. Também não somos um lixo ou uma merda. Apenas somos. Apenas existimos e o que acontecer aconteceu.

Habéis pensado alguna vez que la vida es una metáfora de la televisión?