Quotes About Existence

The physical world isn't illusion or bad or fallen or maya - it is woven on the loom of the Gods out of Spirit Itself!

We are realizing the true WEIRDNESS and STRANGENESS of EXISTENCE. And if all this springs from some central source or point, that POINT must be very foreign, outlandish, exotic, in other words: ALIEN to us.

The big secret is that all of humanity has created reality.

Heaven and earth are inhumane; they view the myriad creatures as straw dogs.

It may come as a surprise that living life in a full and expanded way is one of the most difficult challenges we face as human beings.

Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.

There is no such thing as real happiness in life. The justest definition that was ever given of it was "a tranquil acquiescence under an agreeable delusion"--I forget where.

If death, said my father, reasoning with himself, is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body;--and if it is true that people can walk about and do their business without brains,--then certes the soul does not inhabit there.

Voilà peut-être ce qu'il faudrait accepter: on ne fait que passer. Et quand bien même l'amour, le combat, la souffrance à en devenir fou... De tout ça un jour il ne reste rien

L'éternité n'est pas dans le temps, elle est dans la profondeur. Dans son vertige.

j'ai songé alors que ce qui est violent, ce n'est pas le temps qui passe, c'est l'effacement des sentiments et des émotions. Comme s'ils n'avaient jamais existé.

S? v?nh c?u không n?m ? th?i gian, nó n?m ? s? sâu s?c.

Man is never alone. Acknowledged or unacknowledged, that which dreams through him is always there to support him from within.

And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars?a myriad selves, Is small and solitary as one grass-blade Passed over by the wind Amongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.

Form was not born from an idea. It was an idea vanishing.

Als wij geen namen zouden hebben, zou alles veel duidelijker zijn. Gewoon wat vluchtige materie met een beetje bewustzijn, verschijningen die komen en tamelijk snel weer verdwijnen. Door die namen denken we dat we heel wat zijn, we denken misschien zelfs dat ze ons beschermen, maar wie weet nog de namen van alle miljarden die verdwenen zijn?

Ik had wel duizend levens en ik nam er maar één.

I looked out of the window and saw him sitting in the early rays of the sun, a dark silhouette in the sand, motionless as a rock, and knew at once that I had substituted one memory for another and that this one would leave me with as little peace as the other one had. I would exist in someone else's mind, without knowing who I was in there.

He thought that, unlike most people, he had simply refused to let himself be brainwashed by newspapers, television, eschatologies, and philosophies into believing that "in spite of everything" this was an acceptable world simply because it existed. It would never become acceptable. Beloved maybe, acceptable never.

Die Welt ist ein einziger unaufhörlicher Querverweis.

Wij zijn begonnen, wij zullen eindigen, en daartussen bestaan we, het heelal net zo goed als een geranium.

Zeitungen haben...zugleich etwas Solides und sogar bei der schlimmsten Nachricht etwas Beruhigendes: Die Welt existiert. Du bist gerade aufgewacht, zurückgekommen aus dem dunklen Reich des Schlafes, mach dir keine Sorgen, hier bin ich, schon frisch gebacken, ich rieche noch nach Druckerschwärze.

No sign of her anywhere here. Signs of her everywhere here.

Today it strikes Bird as unbearably sad, to pass by and leave no trace of your existence. To