Quotes About Existence

She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all.

The opposite of depression isn't feeling happy but being fully alive, however painful

I love being. There's so much wisdom in it. You wake up in the morning and you think, Hey, isn't it great just being?

Ha a jelenben van egy valódi igazság, akkor azt csak az ember hordozhatja. Mert nincsen más, csak ember van.

Tébolydában élünk; én csak egy vagyok a számtalan más ?rült közül; magántébolyom is MÁS az én szememben: úgy teszek, mintha kívül létezne a normalitás birodalma (holott belátom, tudom, élem: nincs, nem volt, nem lesz soha);

Hiába rohadsz meg az élet nevében. Aki egyszer már megrohadt, az nem az egészséget, hanem a rohadást konzerválja magában.

Orwellibb ez a világ, mint Orwell valaha is képzelte volna. Korántsem megrovólag mondom ezt. Orwelli volt ez a világ mindig, csak soha nem tudták a benne él?k, mindig valami mást, többet képzeltek magukról. De hát ma egészen nyilvánvalóan apokaliptikus id?ket élünk. Az apokalipszis nem misztika: maga a realitás. Feltárul, aminek fel kell tárulnia: a valóságos emberi m?ködés.

Only the insomniac looks on with open eyes, like a cadaver who forgot to die.

Live neither in the present nor the future, but in the eternal. The giant weed (of evil) cannot flower there this blot upon existence is wiped out by the very atmosphere of eternal thought.

Spirit is living, and Life is Spirit, and Life and Spirit produce all things, but they are essentially one and not two.

Sabemos que no hay inicios de los tiempos; los tiempos son un continuo que la memoria marca para darse un orden y otorgar un sentido a lo que no tiene sentido.

Pienso que las dos versiones son ciertas, adversariamente verdaderas. Se contradicen sólo en el pasado impenetrable y nebuloso de donde surgen, pero se funden y se completan en la simultaneidad del presente, donde puedo entender que todos tenían razón y que la verdad no existe sino en la suma de las razones encontradas, pues la verdad es siempre el resto opaco de las cosas

la realidad, desde luego, es muy superior a la ficción, aunque no sea sino por su imaginación desbordada.

Yo lo único que hago es vivir," he says. The only thing I do is live.

existe," he says. God exists.

To be afraid is the condition of loving knowledge. Were I not dying of fear, I'd not know how to exist myself, I wouldn't get the notices of existence, I wouldn't record with delight the miniscule passage of a blue tit, its wing dipped in gold on the dusk. Were I not dying of sorrow I wouldn't with nostalgia be present at the creation of the world, the squirrel nuptials this morning I wouldn't care. Creatures are born to a backdrop of adieux.

But I am just a woman who thinks her duty is not to forget. And this duty, which I believe I must fulfill, is: "as a woman" living now I must repeat again and again "I am a woman," because we exist in an epoch still so ancient and ignorant and slow that there is still always the danger of gynocide.

I did not even know this existed...this world, I did not know. I thought it existed only in one's head, and in dreams....And now: here I am.

Behold the portrait of our mortality

I write, I extend my hand; without my knowing it, this is already a prayer, I extend my hand to you so that you will exist because you do exist, beyond my fingers, your fingers, without my knowing it this is already a response, already I draw to my side the site for you, with one hand I call the other hand, it is in this modest, all-powerful way that I begin to save what is lost. When I write I ask for your hand.

We dislike matter, that is ourselves, because we are destined to matter, because anonymous matter is called death. Perhaps it isn't matter we dislike, perhaps it's anonymity. The anonymity to which we are destined - the loss of name - is what we repress at any price.

But, regardless of gender, the writer must write about "love…love which is our fate, [a] twisted thing, tortuous, delicate, eager, insatiable, the best, and worst thing, the junction point between everything and nothing, the oxymoronic knot of all existence, love which makes cattle meat of us

My voice repels death; my death; your death; my voice is my other. I write and you are not dead. The other is safe if I write.

In the cross, the Christian has seen the special Providence of God. He has,in forgiving and regenerating grace, experienced Providence in his heart. From this new,positive experience in his own life, he looks out over his entire existence and over the whole world, and sees there the leading of God's fatherly hand.