Quotes About Existence

We're living; but we impersonate the dead better than the dead themselves.

Abaratians are very much about living in the moment; living life because that's what we've got, we've got today, we've got now, we've got being alive now and we have to be awake and alive in the moment and not asleep in our lives. And they would find the idea of sleeping through your life, of being bored - they would think that was very stupid - why would you be bored when there's so much to do and so much to see and so much to be?

If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn't it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.

This is the state of the beast,' it said, 'to eat and be eaten.

Living and dying we feed the fire," Steep said softly. "That is the melancholy truth of things.

All Darkness was one darkness in the end. Of heart or Heavens, one Darkness.

Or were they breed who had died from their half-life, caught in the sun, perhaps, or withered by longing?

Nothing, I had come to believe by the end, was more illusory than the idea of ending.

He spoke of both dancing and death with equal nonchalance, as though one carried as little significance as the other. It calmed her, hearing him talk that way.

A skin was nothing. Pigs had skins; snakes had skins. They were knitted of dead cells, shed and grown and shed again. But a name? That was a spell, which summoned memories.

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.

He became aware (was it just his dream life, denied its span in sleepless nights, spreading into wakefulness?) of another world, hovering beyond or behind the facade of reality.

Legends are not born or made, they just are.

Women had always existed: they had lived, a species to themselves, with the demons. But they had wanted playmates: and together they had made men.

Do demons have ghosts?' Norma asked him. 'Of course,' Knotchee replied. 'There will always be those who won't let go of who they were.

I wanted to be gone forever from being and knowing, which are the pieces of

Everybody is a book of blood; Wherever we're opened, we're red. The Book of Blood The dead have highways.

Dead isn't bad," Narcisse said. "It isn't even that different.

Existence is just a Mobius strip with Love scrawled on one side and Death upon the other.

That's a whole other story.' 'Is it?' Gentle replied. 'Or is it all one?

His eyelids closed—buckled, really—the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.

This is the state of the beast, it said, to eat and be eaten.

Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality!

Life is monstrous, but life is beautiful