Quotes About Existence

It's like I told you last night son. The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight, he added

Mother Nature doesn't care if you're having fun.

Dead. I had to be dead. But dead men don't think about death. What do dead men think about? Dead men don't think. I was thinking - but I was dead. That struck me as funny and set off hysterics. And then I'd get myself under control and go 'round and 'round with it again. Dead. This was like nothing any religion had ever taught. Not that I'd ever 'caught' any of the religions going around. But none had warned of this.

Enlightenment, after all, is just one more bone. It's an idea we have.

Silence as I am using the term is a dimension of existence. You can live in it. It is what spiritual life is all about. It is quite literally unfathomable, limitless space permeated by a vast stillness. In a way it is inside us—that is where we seek it—though at some point in our exploration words like inside and outside, all the spatial terms I've been forced to use, don't mean a thing.

A residual haunting is a haunting that repeats itself over and over again, like a recording that is frozen in time. It is a mere imprint of an event on the environment, in which the spirit who haunts had once existed.

Did we really think we could escape the end of philosophy?, W. wonders. Did we really think we could make a philosophy out of the end times, when the end times means: the end of philosophy?

Ole tervehditty, Dionysos! Me olemme matkalla Kuolemaan, hän on aukko maailman ihossa.

Ya?ay?p bitirdi?i her günün, tutulmaz bir ku? olup uçtu?una, yava? yava? gözden silinip bir küçük kara noktaya dönü?tü?üne karar verdi. Gözünü yumdu?unda her yan?n? saran karanl???n, bu küçük kara noktalardan olu?tu?unu ke?fetti.

Icerideki her sey insan eliyle yapilmis, dunya disaridadir.

Before heaven and earth had taken form all was vague and amorphous. Therefore it was called the Great Beginning. The Great Beginning produced emptiness and emptiness produced the universe…. The combined essences of heaven and earth became the yin and yang, the concentrated essences of the yin and yang became the four seasons, and the scattered essences of the four seasons became the myriad creatures of the world.

Birth is the beginning where all part. Death is the beginning where they meet.

Nothing makes sense.... You tell yourself it does, you look for patterns and make up stories. But there is no sense to it all.

The fundamental condition of man is his verticality.

La eternidad! —exclamó Bipa con desdén—. ¿De qué te sirve la eternidad si para ello has de renunciar a la vida? Bipa

Como podemos amar, incluso despues de muertos? ¿Como podemos sentir cosas, si no tenemos cuerpos? ------(Kai) -Porque los sentimientos van mucho mas allá de lo material, Kai. ---(Aonia)

Existo en un plano diferente al tuyo, podemos estar eternamente juntos y eternamente separados'' Kai

Yaren:¿Los unicornios tiene sueños?. No me refiero a los sueños que nos visitan cuando estamos dormidos, sino al tipo de sueño, de deseo... Por el cual luchas toda tu vida. Ese sin el cual tu existencia parece que no tiene sentido. ¿Has tenido alguna vez ese tipo de sueño? Victoria: Creo que sí Yaren: ¿se hizo realidad? Victoria: No. Se hizo pedazos.

Es nuestra mentira, y hemos de vivirla

Y dónde estaba Dios entonces?>>, pregunto. -Donde está ahora -responde Metatrón-. Donde ha estado siempre. <<¿En el cielo?>> Sus labios resecos se curvan en una sonrisa. -En todas partes. En la vida misma. En el mundo. En todas partes. Dios lo es todo. Dios es su propia creación.

Sin embargo... vosotros no solo destruís la vida, sino que estáis atacando a las mismas condiciones necesarias para que la vida exista: la tierra, el aire, el mar. Algo que ni el mismo Lucifer se habría atrevido a hacer. Y lo más desconcertante de todo es que no parecéis ser conscientes de ello, que no es ese vuestro objetivo. Se trata, simplemente, de que vuestra forma de vida, vuestra simple existencia, es una mala noticia para el resto del planeta.

Ya sabes... «una vida humana no es más que el parpadeo de un dios». Recuerdo, de pronto, mi conversación con Astaroth: «Porque el tiempo que ha pasado contigo es solo un parpadeo comparado con su larga, larguísima vida». Y me duele.

wasn't adaptable. She needed the city. She needed congestion. She needed masses of people where she could lose herself and simply exist, anonymously, without the constant scrutiny of others. Courtney

I can't prove to you that there is a God, I just know. All this suffering has to have a reason.