Quotes About Existence

If you dont know what life is—and you dont—then I'm not sure how you would characterize the absence of it.

People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.

He had asked her if she believed in an afterlife and she said that she did not discount such a thing. That it could be. She just doubted that it could be for her. If there was a heaven, was it not founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned? Lastly she said that God was not interested in our theology but only in our silence.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge, exists without my consent.

We're here on a need-to-know basis. There is no machinery in evolution for informing us of the existence of phenomena that do not affect our survival. What is here that we dont know about we dont know about.

The world will take your life. But above all and lastly the world does not know that you are here. You think that you understand this. But you dont. Not in your heart you dont. If you did you would be terrified.

And what do these categories signify? Where did they come from? What does it mean that they are two shades of blue? In my eyes. If music was here before we were, for whom was it here? Schopenhauer says somewhere that if the entire universe should vanish the only thing left would be music.

Where men cant live gods fare no better. You'll see. It's better to be alone. So I hope that's not true what you said because to be on the road with the last god would be a terrible thing so I hope it's not true. Things will be better when everybody's gone.

If mathematical objects exist independently of human thought what else are they independent of? The universe, I suppose. When you solve a problem there is always the compelling sense that the solution was there and that you have discovered it.

Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.

To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.

Tu credi che quando ti svegli la mattina quello che è successo ieri non conta. Invece è l'unica cosa che conta. La tua vita è fatta dei giorni che hai vissuto. Non c'è altro. Magari pensi di poter scappare via e cambiare nome o non so cosa, di ricominciare daccapo. E poi una mattina ti svegli, guardi il soffitto, e indovina chi è la persona sdraiata nel letto?

Is it real? The fire? Yes it is. Where is it? I dont know where it is. Yes you do. It's inside you. It was always there. I can see it.

There ain't but one life worth livin and I was born to it.

That the deep foundation of the world be considered where it has its being in the sorrow of her creatures.

Where men can´t live gods fare no better

Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth.

La gente si preparava sempre al domani. A me sembrava assurdo. Il domani non si stava certo preparando per loro. Non sapeva neppure che esistessero.

Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

Has pensado alguna vez en la muerte? Sí. A veces. ¿Y tú? Sí. A veces. ¿Crees que existe un cielo? Sí. ¿Tú no? No lo sé. Quizá sí. ¿Crees que puedes creer en el cielo si no crees en el infierno? Creo que puedes creer lo que quieras.

Do you think that your fathers are watching? That they weigh you in their ledger book? Against what? There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.

It's just that the passing of time is irrevocably the passing of you. And then nothing. I suppose it should be a comfort to understand that one cannot be dead forever where there's no forever to be dead in. Well. I see your look. I know that you see me enfettered in some cognitive morass and I'm sure that you would contend it to be the ultimate solipsism to believe that the world ceases when you do. But I've no other way to look

Ultimately there is nothing to know and no one to know it.

I dont know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful it will make little difference whether she lives at all.