Quotes About Existence

To destroy wonder and mystery, is to destroy the only elements that make existence tolerable.

Psychoanalysis and dianetics are, on the face of it, both absurd. People are what they are because of causes that go infinitely farther back than infancy of the mother's womb

In a small, independent organization, these small wins will generate energy and enthusiasm. In the mainstream, they would generate skepticism about whether we should even be in the business. I want my organization's customers to answer the question of whether we should be in the business. I don't want to spend my precious managerial energy constantly defending our existence to efficiency analysts in the mainstream.

Leben heißt nicht hundert Jahre alt werden, Leben heißt fühlen und fühlen machen, daß man da sey, such Genuß, den man nimmt, und mit sich wiedergiebt.

Leben heißt nicht hundert Jahre alt werden, Leben heißt fühlen und fühlen machen, daß man da sey, durch Genuß, den man nimmt, und mit sich wiedergiebt.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." —T. S. ELIOT, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

For we thought all the time that we were passing through time when we really weren't, when we never have. We've just been moving along with time. We said, there's another second gone, there's another minute and another hour and another day, when, as a mater of fact the second or the minute or the hour was never gone. It was the same one all the time. It had just moved along and we have moved with it.

Unconventional," said Jenkins. "What is conventional?" asked Andrew. "Living in a dream? Living for a memory? you must be weary of it." "Not

The assurance would be there, he thought, the assurance that life had a special place in the great scheme of existence, that one, no matter how small, how feeble, how insignificant, still did count for something in the vast sweep of space and time.

universe in which time and space had been ruled out because time and space were only put there, in the first place, to make it impossible for anyone to grasp the universe.

The first question, of course, is whether there ever was such a creature as Man. At the moment, in the absence of positive evidence, the sober consensus must be that there was not, that Man, as presented in the legend, is a figment of folklore invention. Man may have risen in the early days of Doggish culture as an imaginary being, a sort of racial god, on which the Dogs might call for help, to which they might retire for comfort.

He had given them everything that a human being had with the one exception of that most important thing of all -- the ability to exist within the human world.

You know my name?" "Of course I do." "Well, that is fine," said Enoch. "And what about your own?" "I am seized with great embarrassment," the alien told him. "For I have no name as such. Identification, surely, that fits the purpose of my race, but nothing that the tongue can form.

An inconsolable longing describes that aching sense of waiting and dissatisfaction that regularly clouds our thoughts; that feeling that in the deepest depths of existence all we will find is a void.

All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live. - Peloquin

There's no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn't know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.

We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

We are the star and the darkness it peirces

I was born alive. Isn't that punishment enough?

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!

Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he'd never felt more alive.

I think babies cry when they're born because they're born with the knowledge of all the terrible shit that's gonna happen to them. That's why I never had kids. Every life is a death sentence. We just forget it later in life, like dreams we lose the second we wake up. Whether we worry about it or not, the shit's still going to fly. The important thing is we're here. At least for now.

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

What did it matter, anyway, he thought, whether this was a real place or a dream? It felt real, and that was all that mattered.