Quotes About Existence

This life is real too. We're communicating aren't we?

I had spoken to the universe, and the universe hadn't given a damn.

The merc was more than a person: like a spaceship launch, her existence implied thousands of skilled people, generations of experts, wars, treaties, scholarship, and supply-chain management. Every one of them was all that.

The great mystery of being a human being is trying to figure out WTF all those other human beings are doing.

If you've never stared off into the distance, then your life is a shame.

If I made you from nothing, then maybe I am God, and because I want More, maybe I'm the Devil.

Everyone is the Umbrella Man and he is everyone. Every cough, sneeze, smile and wave means both everything and nothing. The signals are everywhere.

The Universe is very, very big. It also loves a paradox. For example, it has some extremely strict rules. Rule number one: Nothing lasts forever. Not you or your family or your house or your planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their love will never die, it means that their love is not real, for everything that is real dies. Rule number two: Everything lasts forever.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Never to be squandered.....the miracle of another human being.

Why create man in the first place? Man forsakes his Creator. Man desecrates Creation. Man consumes and excretes. Lusts and rapes. I am all these things. Why give life to a creature so depraved? A creature so incomplete? A creature so alone?

The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a murderous carnivore like myself will be supper for worms one day. We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time.

You cannot fight time itself, slay the minutes and hours with your blade, wipe the bleeding seconds on your shirt. Time cannot be fought.

Books are like dragons....if we do not believe in them, and read them, they will cease to exist. How, then, will we learn the language and understand the stories of the dear dead ghosts of the past? Save the Dragons. Speak Dragonese. Read a book.

Is the universe a Good Egg or a Bad Egg?

The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a murderous carnivore like myself will be a supper for worms one day. We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time.

You cannot fight Time itself, slay the minutes and the hours with your blade, nor wipe the bleeding seconds on your shirt. Time cannot be fought.

We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

Evil is a departure from the way things ought to be. But it could not be a departure from the way things ought to be unless there is a way things ought to be. If there is a way things ought to be, then there is a design plan for how things ought to be. And if there is such a design plan, then there is a designer." — R. Douglas Geivett

And then again, maybe people and things are the same as emotions: Even when you can't see them or feel them or be with them, and even when they have died and even before they are born, they still exist somewhere. Far away or close, they're always somewhere. Maybe nothing in the world is truly lost, I think.

Cogitatur depends on Est; and there's no avoiding it.

My heart spasmed a little, because of how significant the moment felt—it felt like a threshold between my youth and adulthood, or the exact instant of love coming into existence.

I have always found the times when another person recognizes you to be strangely sad; I suspect the pathos of these moments is their rareness, the way they contrast with most daily encounters. That reminder that it can be different, that you need not go through your life unknown but that you probably still will -- that is the part that's almost unbearable.

But the living must fear death, or they would not struggle to stay alive.