Quotes About Existence

You got to realize; you're the Devil as much as you're God.

The only thing that makes reality is death; then they hang it on a cross, kneel down and pray to it.

It's complicated." "Yeah? Welcome to Earth. Everything here is complicated.

if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.

Child, you listen to me, and you look me straight in the eyes when I'm talking to you. I may be just old hired help, and a country woman to boot, but I'm a human. And you know what? God thought of me. He actually took the time to dream me up. I may not be much to look at, but what you see first started in the mind of God, so don't stand there and ignore me like I don't exist. You remember that." Miss

To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live. —Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Sometimes I think that hell is two places: it's a place you end up, but it's also a place that you live before you get there.

Life was not something we did not know about. We were right in it. (page 4)

The world with its miseries may be a problem difficult to reconcile with the existence of God; but that same world without God is a far greater problem, leaving exactly the same miseries to be endured in hopeless despair.

In another world,' he said, lowering his voice; I remember... was it not in another world, in a life which was not in thrall to sleep and its phantoms?...

As the dead prey upon us,they are the dead in ourselves,awake, my sleeping ones, I cry out to you,disentangle the nets of being!

I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.

To exist is to be betrayed, since we exist for others only by virtue of what we betray of ourselves to them.

Pain and joy are also part of the polyphony of life, and ... they can exist independently side by side.

My thoughts have become like the ancient Hebrew in two tenses only, past and future - I was and I shall be with you.

I cannot look at the universe as the result of blind chance, yet I can see no evidence of beneficent design, or indeed of design of any kind, in the details.

I had no intention to write atheistically. But I own that I cannot see as plainly as others do, and as I should wish to do, evidence of design and beneficence on all sides of us. There seems to me too much misery in the world.

Both in space and time, we seem to be brought somewhat near to that great fact—the mystery of mysteries—the first appearance of new beings on this earth.

The assumed instinctive belief in God has been used by many persons as an argument for His existence. But this is a rash argument, as we should thus be compelled to believe in the existence of cruel and malignant spirits, only a little more powerful than man for the belief in them is far more general than in a beneficent Diety.

Dear Friedrich, the world's still false, cruel and beautiful...

Time—the lizard in the sunlight. It doesn't move, but its eyes are wide open.

I could never free myself from the thought that Nature is that which is slowly killing me.

I write to annoy God, to make Death laugh. I write because I can't get it right.

Did she believe in God? Yes and no. God is the cunning of all these boxes fitting inside each other, perhaps? More likely, God is just another box. Neither the tiniest one nor the biggest imaginable. There are boxes even God knows nothing of.