Quotes About Existence

So long as the state exists there is no freedom. When there is freedom, there will be no state.

Man's consciousness not only reflects the objective world, but creates it.

We are all water from different rivers That's why it's so easy to to meet We are all water in this vast, vast ocean Someday we'll evaporate together.

Nothing you can know that isn't known Nothing you can see that isn't shown Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be It's easy

There is only what is and that's it. What should be is a dirty lie.

I exist, I am, I am here, I am becoming, I make my own life and no one else makes it for me. I must face my own shortcomings, mistakes, transgressions. No one can suffer my non-being as I do, but tomorrow is another day, and I must decide to leave my bed and live again. And if I fail, I don't have the comfort of blaming you or life or God.

Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.

The purpose of life is not to be happy - but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all.

Aristotle doesn't exist for Nietzsche.

If there existed no external means for dimming their consciences, one-half of the men would at once shoot themselves, because to live contrary to one's reason is a most intolerable state, and all men of our time are in such a state.

The more we live by our intellect, the less we understand the meaning of life.

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself.

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.

The only absolute knowledge attainable by man is that life is meaningless.

Life did not stop, and one had to live.

Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.

Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?

There will be today, there will be tomorrow, there will be always, and there was yesterday, and there was the day before...

In infinite time, in infinite matter, in infinite space, is formed a bubble organism, and that bubble lasts a while and bursts, and that bubble is Me.

He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light.

There was no answer, except the general answer life gives to all the most complex and insoluble questions. That answer is: one must live for the needs of the day, in other words, become oblivious.

Death is finished, he said to himself. It is no more!

False. Everything by which you have lived and live now is all a deception, a lie, concealing both life and death from you.