Quotes About Existence

She wanted to disappear. Well, that's not quite right. She wanted not to have ever been here in the first place.

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 you're not. Not yet. And now, good night.

For the world was made new each day and it was only men's clinging to its vanished husks that could make of that world one husk more.

I didnt know you were a bird watcher. I'm not. I'm a forever watcher.

You're just trying to keep alive long enough to stay that way.

Well. Nothin's forever. Some things are. Yeah. Some things are.

que somos las víctimas del tiempo. En realidad la vía del mundo no es fijada en ningún lugar. Cómo sería posible? Nosotros mismos somos nuestra propia jornada. Y por eso somos el tiempo también. Somos lo mismo. Fugitivo. Inescrutable. Desapiadado.

The wolf is made he way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.

It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way. He

Everything is painful to me. I think. Maybe I'm just a painful person.

The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy. I suppose that's true. What then? Is that all that the world has in mind? If the world has a mind then it's all worse than we thought.

The darker picture is always the correct one. When you read the history of the world you are reading a saga of bloodshed and greed and folly the import of which is impossible to ignore. And yet we imagine that the future will somehow be different. I've no idea why we are even still here but in all probability we will not be here much longer.

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

Em qualquer acontecimento a história de todos não é a história de cada um nem tampouco a soma dessas histórias e ninguém aqui no final pode entender o motivo de sua presença pois ninguém tem como saber no que o acontecimento consiste. Na verdade, se a pessoa soubesse é bem provável que se ausentasse e como você pode ver isso não pode ser parte do plano se é que algum plano há.

Reality is a fragile thing.

Wood always remembers it was once a living tree, alive and breathing in both kingdoms, the one above and the one below.

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?

Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. Because fear kills everything, Mo had once told her. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Where did the love come from? What was it made of?

Perhaps, after all, this world was made of dreams, and an old man had merely found the words for them.

Victor," he asked, "what do adults do all day?" "Work," Victor answered, "eat, shop, pay bills, use the phone, read newspapers, drink coffee, sleep.

Cara Elinor, evidentemente lei è nata nella storia sbagliata» osservò Dita di Polvere. Erano le prime parole che pronunciava dall'inizio del viaggio. «Nella storia sbagliata? Vorrà dire nell'epoca sbagliata. Sì, anch'io l'ho pensato spesso». «La chiami un po' come le pare» replicò lui.

Here is a small fact. You are going to die. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Memories. They were all she had left. No more tangible than the pictures conjured up by books. But what would be left if she lost those memories too?