Quotes About Existence

Se zavÃ…â"¢enýma o?ima se ptám, jestli ví, jak to vÅ¡echno dopadne. "DlouhodobÄ› nebo krátkodobÄ›?" odpoví otázkou. Oboje. "DlouhodobÄ› vzato" vykládá, "vÅ¡ichni zemÃ…â"¢eme. Pak se naÅ¡e tÄ›la rozloží Žádné pÃ…â"¢ekvapení. KrátkodobÄ› vzato budeme žít Å¡Å¥astnÄ›, dokud neumÃ…â"¢eme.

Everyone's in their own personal coma. What

?yjemy i umieramy, a ca?a reszta to tylko z?udzenie. Ca?e to gadanie o uczuciach i wra?liwo?ci to jedno wielkie kurze ?ajno. Zmy?lone, subiektywne, emocjonalne brednie. Nie ma duszy. Nie ma Boga. S? tylko decyzje, choroby i ?mier?.

Wenn das Totsein erst einmal den Reiz des Neuen verloren hat, scheint ein gewisses Unbehagen an seine Stelle zu treten.

Language had arrived from outer space and mated together lizards and monkeys or whatever until it had customized a host which could sustain it. That first person had been introduced to the complicated DNA sequence of proper nouns and compound verbs. Outside of language he didn't exist. There was no method to escape. To feel anything, anymore, required ever-increasing amounts of words. Great landfills and airlifts of words. It took a mountain of talk to achieve even the tiniest insight.

Ich ärgere mich, also bin ich.

Essa é sua vida, ela vai acabando a cada minuto.

fight club exists only in the hours between when fight club starts and when fight club ends.

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

You wake up at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

Un día estás vivo y arrastrándote por el mundo, y al siguiente te has convertido en un frío fertilizante, en bufé para gusanos. Este es el asombroso milagro de la muerte.

If you lived long enough, couldn't you watch yourself be born? Couldn't you raise yourself? Be your own old man?.

Nos resulta imposible imaginar el pasado. El pasado, el futuro, la vida en otros planetas, todo son extensiones, proyecciones de la vida tal como la conocemos.

No somos especiales. Tampoco somos escoria o basura. Simplemente, somos.

Así es tu vida, y se consume minuto a minuto.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap.

Noi non siamo speciali. Non siamo nemmeno merda. Noi siamo. Noi siamo soltanto e quello che succede succede soltanto.

Si me despertara en un lugar distinto, en un momento diferente, ¿lograría despertarme siendo otra persona?

Bize inand?r?lan bu gerçek d??? dünyada ya??yoruz, hiçbir teste tabii tutulmad???m?z için neleri kurtarabileceÄŸimiz konusunda hiç bir fikrimiz yok

He is less a human-shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust through with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it's normal—Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Right

Hell, nobody's okay. Maybe we never were, and we damn sure aren't now. But we're here. Until we're not. And that's all I find it fair to ask for.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace. Some want it to be a course of things: a default fact of existence. But I will not let that be so.

If ever she is to die, it should be out here, in space. Born from stardust, returned to stardust.