Quotes About Existence

Ik weet niet hoe de wereld in elkaar zit, Onno, maar misschien is dat mijn kracht. Als je het mij vraagt zit zij helemaal niet in elkaar, net zo min als de inhoud van een vuilnisbak. Volgens mij is de wereld – althans op aarde – één reusachtig, geïmproviseerd rommeltje, dat in onverklaarbare redenen nog steeds min of meer functioneert. De mens hoor eigenlijk helemaal niet thuis in het heelal; maar nu hij er eenmaal is, is in allerlei opzichten alles mogelijk.

Al het oude was eens nieuw, en al het nieuwe zal eens oud zijn. Het alleroudste is het heden, want er is nooit iets anders geweest dan het heden. Nooit heeft iemand in het verleden geleefd, en in de toekomst leeft ook niemand.

Besides, whoever keeps the future in front of him and the past at his back is doing something else that's hard to imagine. For the image implies that events somehow already exist in the future, reach the present at a determined moment, and finally come to rest in the past. But nothing exists in the future; it is empty; one might die at any minute. Therefore such a person has his face toward the void, whereas it is the past behind him that is visible, stored in the memory.

The oldest thing of all is the present, because there's never been anything else but present. No one has ever lived in the past, and no one lives in the future, either.

If you believe we shouldn't have done it, then you also believe that, in the light of history, the human race shouldn't have existed. Because then all the love and happiness and goodness in this world can't outweigh the life of a single child.

The joy of expiration is as natural as the joy of loving, the joy of killing, the joy of being.

But we are only termites on a planet and maybe when we bore too deeply into the planet there'll be a reckoning. Who knows?

Assassins murdered freedom merely by existing.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Anyone who does not look at the origin of living beings with a materialist prejudice will see this evident truth: All living beings are works of a Creator, Who is All-Powerful, All-Wise, and All-Knowing. This Creator is Allah, Who created the whole universe from non-existence, designed it in the most perfect form, and fashioned all living beings.

3. What is the purpose of our creation?

What kind of a day was it? A day like all others, that alters and illuminates our times. And you were there.

Helen LaKelly Hunt, Ph.D.   The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings. —MARTIN BUBER

Pain and death are part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.

Dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say more of life?

It has always been difficult for Man to realize that his life is all an art. It has been more difficult to conceive it so than to act it so. For that is always how he has more or less acted it.

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.