Quotes About Existence

But Fielding lived when the days were longer (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.

I really would like to stop working forever — never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I'm doing now — and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends... Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain, And perish in our own.

This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.

A struggle to do something more than exist is the sign of human life — the mission of the human soul.

As a candle cannot burn without fire, so man cannot live without spiritual force.

Reality is an illusion caused by a lack of good beer.

Life's a waste of time, time's a waste of life — so let's all get wasted and have the time of our life.

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives...

the universe isn't big it fits inside each of us

Medicine, the only profession that labours incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence.

Today is the longest day of the year—but anymore, every day is.

Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead.

Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is the special occasion.

Life is but shadow. Only you, my Beloved, are more real than shadow.

...we can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasure...

Aesthetic experiences are powerful, to be sure, and probably inescapable, but Nature will not remain effective for very long.

We born alone, we all die alone.

Why assume so glibly that the God who presumably created the universe is still running it? It is certainly conceivable that He may have finished it and then turned it over to lesser gods to operate.

Time stays, we go.

The cosmos is a gigantic flywheel making 10,000 revolutions per minute. Man is a sick fly taking a dizzy ride on it.

Those who can hear the whisper as you heard it will have to make a decision in the struggle. Will they part with some hard earned bucks to buy the book or pass it by? See, they get to make a choice in the struggle with their own free will and they have to put some effort into the struggle to get the book, just like you did. Will they choose right or will they choose wrong? It's a fork in the path of their existence that they face and no one can give them a free ride down the right path.

man is essentially a soul clothed with a body, and not a body animated with a soul.