Quotes About Existence

Science was false by being unpoetical. It assumed to explain a reptile or mollusc, and isolated it, — which is hunting for life in graveyards. Reptile or mollusc or man or angel only exists in system, in relation... Science does not know its debt to imagination.

We're all just stardust with a personality.

Specks of universe in my soul, flurries of God in my head. Heart ticks away, doing its job— whispering poetry all the while. Enlightenment flickers subtly from old gray half-burnt wicks.

A million million spermatozoa, All of them alive: Out of their cataclysm but one poor Noah Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one Might have chanced to be Shakespeare, another Newton, a new Donne; But the One was Me.

Sex is. There is nothing more to be done about it. Sex builds no roads, writes no novels and sex certainly gives no meaning to anything in life but itself.

Religions sprang up among men to deal with the sometimes terrifying aspects of existence, to make sense out of the senseless, to explain things we find inexplicable

I am so very absent. The world is overcrowded with my absence. Life is where I am not. No matter where I am…

Love you is the part of live you.

Time had ceased quivering and coiling back on itself. It had become taut and resonant and she was enfolded in its infinite smoothness.

The physical threat posed by climate change represents a crisis that is not only material but also profoundly spiritual at its core because it challenges us to think seriously about the future of the human race and what it means to be a human being.

Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive, you have to watch out for.

Matter is energy. In the universe, there are many energy fields which we cannot normally perceive. Some energies have a spiritual source which act upon a person's soul. However, this soul does not exist ab initio , as orthodox Christianity teaches. It has to be brought into existence by a process of guided self-observation. However, this is rarely achieved, owing to man's unique ability to be distracted from spiritual matters by everyday trivia.

Los Angeles seems endlessly held between these extremes: of light and dark - of surface and depth. Of the promise, in brief, of a meaning always hovering on the edge of significance.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.

Time has its revenges, but revenge seems so often sour. Wouldn't we all do better not trying to understand, accepting the fact that no human being will ever understand another, not a wife with a husband, nor a parent a child? Perhaps that's why men have invented God – a being capable of understanding.

When we are not sure, we are alive.

What really lies beneath our feet at each moment is not a usefulness, but an inaccessible netherworld that we can use because it is there. It is the Empire of the Capital X.

There is no "mid" about it. Life is a crisis from the cradle to the grave.

Perhaps living souls had greater phantom powers than the dead.

Just because you can't see them and you can't hear them, that doesn't mean they're not here.

Live before you die.

So long as Man endures, so too does Chaos.

if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be: but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.