Quotes About Existence

But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?

Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.

Havvah-ban-Annah

Sua alma desmaiava lentamente, enquanto ele ouvia a neve cair suave através do universo, cair brandamente, como se lhes descesse a hora final, sobre todos os vivos e todos os mortos.

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.

Ineluctable modality of the visible...

King Solomon says in Proverbs that there is nothing new under the sun.

Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can. Bawd and butcher, were the words. I say! Not yet awhile. A look around.

Life is many days. This will end.

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future. A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man.

Stephen Dedalus / Class of Elements / Clongowes Wood College / Sallins / County Kildare / Ireland / Europe / The World / The Universe goodreads

His life would be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, became a memory - if anyone remembered him.

The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

Forms passed this way and that through the dull light. And that was life.

L'amor matris, genitivo, soggettivo e accusativo, è probabilmente l'unica cosa vera della vita. La paternità può essere una finzione legale.

And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine.

P.C. Robort)

Dare it. Let there be life.

Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound. Buzz. Buzz. But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. I that sinned and prayed and fasted. A child Conmee saved from pandies. I, I and I. I.

In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work.

Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin.

It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.

They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind.

He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.