Quotes About Existence

Ruh bir varoluÅŸ biçiminden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir -sürekli bir durum hiç deÄŸildir-, dalgalar?n? bulur ve izlerseniz her ruh sizinki olabilir. Ölümden sonraki yaÅŸam denen ÅŸey, istediÄŸiniz ruhta, hatta birbirininkinden farks?z azap yüklerinin bilincinde bile olmayan istediÄŸiniz say?da ruhta bilinçle yaÅŸamak yeterliliÄŸidir belki de - baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸil.

Ben Sebastian'?m ya da Sebastian ben ya da belki biz ikimiz ikimizin de tan?mad??? bir ba?kas?y?z.

Nuestra conciencia de existir no es un punto en la eternidad, sino una fisura, una falla, una grieta que se extiende a todo lo ancho del tiempo metafísico y lo parte en dos mitades y se dibuja luminosa (por estrecha que sea) entre los dos tableros del antes y el después.

Una noche de 1920 había cometido el error de calcular (contando con otro medio siglo de existencia) cuántos latidos le quedaban aún y ahora la absurda rapidez de la cuenta atrás le irritaba y aceleraba el ritmo en el que se oía morir.

Ich weiß nicht, ob jemals festgestellt wurde, daß ein Hauptmerkmal des Lebens die Separatheit ist. Wenn uns keine Fleischesschicht umhüllt, sterben wir. Der Mensch existiert nur in dem Maße, in dem er von seiner Umwelt abgesondert ist.

Yaln?zca düÅŸünceler dünyas?nda deÄŸil, nesneler dünyas?nda da ya??yoruz biz. Deneyim olmaks?z?n kelimeler anlams?zd?r.

Nuestra existencia no es mas qué un cortocircuito de luz entre dos eternidades de oscuridad.

El sentido moral de los mortales es el precio que debemos pagar por nuestro sentido mortal de la belleza.57

No me acuerdo, ¿Cómo cabe recordar lo que uno ha sido en el pasado? Quizá fuera una ostra, o un pájaro, o quizá profesor de matemáticas... De todos modos nuestra anterior vida en Rusia parece algo que hubiera ocurrido antes del principio de los tiempos, algo metafísico, o como quiera usted llamarlo. No, metafísico no es la palabra adecuada... Sí, ahora sé de qué se trata. Es como una metempsicosis.

Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me;

reality" (one of the few words which mean nothing without quotes)

the only real, genuinely unquestionable thing here was only death itself

Los veinticinco años que había vivido desde entonces se empequeñecieron hasta convertirse en un latido agónico y luego desaparecer.

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless

Life is a message scribbled in the dark. Anonymous.

Her intense and pure religiousness took the form of her having equal faith in the existence of another world and in the impossibility of comprehending it in terms of earthly life. All one could do was to glimpse, amid the haze and the chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.

I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a spacetraveller's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego

I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler's helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego.

Nuestra imaginación vuela, nosotros somos su sombra en la tierra.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be a greater one.

Blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.

But reality soon asserted itself.

El sentido moral de los mortales es el precio que debemos pagar por nuestro sentido mortal de la belleza.

A couple of years before, under the guidance of an intelligent French-speaking confessor, to whom, in a moment of metaphysical curiosity, I had turned over a Protestant's drab atheism for an old-fashioned popish cure, I had hoped to deduce from my sense of sin the existence of a Supreme Being.