Quotes About Existence

There was a time when 'universe' meant 'all there is.' Everything. The whole shebang. The notion of more than one universe, more than one everything, would seemingly be a contradiction in terms.

I think it's frightening for all of us to contemplate that there's more to the universe than just us, in whatever form it takes, that there are higher forces at work, and to me, that's always a scary notion.

No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing.

I'd like to think that my films are personal enough to exist without hearkening back to their respective novels.

I don't know where I come from but I'm here now so deal with it.

We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.

Maybe I am not French, maybe I am from nowhere.

Time is numbered only to man.

When I was going into inventing, it wasn't a dream the way someone goes into nursing or dancing. Because there's a path with that. It's very different when you say, 'I have an idea and it doesn't exist.' It's a very different path.

And, moreover, it is art in its most general and comprehensive form that is here discussed, for the dialogue embraces everything connected with it, from its greatest object, the state, to its least, the embellishment of sensuous existence.

For me an object is something living. This cigarette or this box of matches contains a secret life much more intense than that of certain human beings.

If God exists, what objection can he have to saying so?

The 'I think' which Kant said must be able to accompany all my objects, is the 'I breathe' which actually does accompany them.

The familiar material objects may not be all that is real, but they are admirable examples.

If the world is an objective reality that exists independently of us, then humans themselves, even in their own eyes, are nothing more than objects, and their life stories merely a series of disconnected historical accidents, which they may wonder at, but which they themselves have nothing to do with.

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

If we ignore our death, we end up just going around completely oblivious to why we do the things we do!

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

I'm just observing the world. I was born into it, like you were, and then I found out there were some really disturbing aspects to being alive, like the fact that you weren't going to be alive forever - that bothered me.

I'm obsessed with trompe l'oeil - the idea of something that is existing and is not existing.

How we come to be, and how we are what we are, is beyond any understanding. I have been obsessed by this, trying to understand the very nature of my existence.

I personally am not so obsessed about immortality for myself. The human body has been designed that way, obsolescence is OK.

Obviously the idea of being human is a very human idea.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.