Quotes About Existence

Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the world.

Creación desde la nada. ¿Qué tiene en el bolso? Un engendro con el cordón umbilical arrastrando, amorrado en paño bermejo. El cordón de todos enlaza con el pasado, cable cabitrenzado de toda carne. Por eso los monjes místicos. ¿Querríais ser como dioses? Miraos vuestro omphalos. ¡Oiga! Aquí Kinch. Pón-game con Villaedén. Alef, alfa: cero, cero, uno.

Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms Shakespeare said. Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be. Wisdom while you wait.

The tiny space I occupy is so infinitely small in comparison with the rest of space, in which I am not, and which has nothing to do with me; and the period of time in which it is my lot to live is so petty beside the eternity in which I have not been, and shall not be… And

He had not died but had faded out like a film in the Sun. He had been lost or had wandered out of existence for he no longer existed.

Folk take a battering but, they do; they get born and they get brought up and they get fuckt. That's the story; the cot to the fucking funeral pyre.

Unfortunately, the struggle can degenerate from the affirmation of a language and/or culture to the point of tradition at all costs, especially that of the individual, i.e., tradition at the expense of existence, where art becomes simply heritage, from there the path spirals downwards into "blood and soil" politics, the "purity" of the language into the "purity" of the race, and so on.

Those of us who love being alive should strive with every fiber of our being to never die.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers laced behind my head, and wondered at the complexities and contradictions that must have existed in the earth's original clay when God first scooped it up in His palms.

Life's a sonofabitch, then you die.

We're wayfaring strangers. We're born alone, we die alone.

there are moments when we understand that the earth and the sky and the presences that may lie behind them are always with us.

he saw no fence between this world and the one that lay behind it.

but there are certain truths you keep inside you and do not defend lest you cheapen and then lose them altogether. Those truths have less to do with the dead than the awareness that we are no different from them, and there is no afterlife but only one life, a continuum in which all time occurs at once, like a dream inside the mind of God.

It occurred to me then that you is everything you are in this life at every moment.

I been around the sun one hundred four whole times and nobody's explained nothing to me.

If we think in terms of our existence here, it means operating within the limits of life on earth. If we are thinking of time, it means disregarding the eternal and thinking only of the "now.

Sometimes I dream of sleepiness, sometimes I feel like I'm alive.

Excuse me? I'm alive too.

and I think that everything in life is kind of unreal, isn't it?

Yes, Max, you are going to die. Just like everybody else. Thank you, Confucious.

There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.

Because today after all, is all we knew.

Why is this happening? Who knows, really? Life and existence can never be fully understood. Stars are born only to explode. Creatures hunt other creatures, and then they die. The universe is a chaos of irrational forces wrestling with one another in a war without end. The human race is on the receiving end now.