Quotes About Existence

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not. Epicurus

If the Force is the dream, you are the dreamer, and sometimes you have to wake up. Sometimes you are all you have.

At best the chaotic river, alive in the senses briefly, is discountable, has no standing in definition; before the severity of Cartesian doubt, it does not exist

We tend to fantasise about eliminating uncertainty so that the world can be safe… the first thing to note about uncertainty – or insecurity, the uncomfortable feeling it produces – is that it is intrinsic to a dynamic existence… insecurity is inescapable.

You should not pray to Eidolon. Or Ormazd, or any other god. You should pray to the stars, to the universe, for ourselves and for our lives, brief and imperfect as they are. Give thanks for the astonishing miracle that there is something rather than nothing. That we exist at all in the endless void. We should worship one another. We should worship our sameness as well as our uniqueness. We should worship what makes us truly human. Compassion. Courage. And truth.

We love each other, saying that as if our love were something in us, or between us. No: Around us, breathing our two names in and out of its vast mysterious lungs— around us like a forest at night, a planetary atmosphere known only one small breath at a time, fruit at whose center little seeds sleep, thinking they know. from "He Glimpses the Breadth of Love

Anyhow, it's not so bad.... I mean, when you're dead, you just have to be yourself.

Life is not a dream it is a thing

lost much. The thought of my body's chirality

He would argue that every world and every life was insignificant when considered against the span of the infinite… but nothing mattered against the span of the infinite, so if you wanted to care about anything at all, you had to care about the small things.

Everything will eventually be dismantled into its constituent atoms and molecules, and continue to exist as the raw material that could ultimately be drawn into the orbit of another nascent star, and some new evolutionary cycle might commence, with some new intelligent civilisation. There is no way of knowing.

To hell with tomorrow. To hell with all problems and barriers. Nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.

You're nothing but a product. And what's this product called? Emptiness, dude, that's what it's called. And for the rest of your life, they sell you over and over, right to the end when they package you one last time and plant you in the ground.

Life is made out of Thursday afternoons. You just keep having them one after the other and let everything else take care of itself.

Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now.

That's how it is online—there's no time in cyberspace. It's almost like everything physical evaporates, and it's just your mind and the different sites floating in a void.

It's superb to be out in the early, early morning before the sun comes up. There's this sense of being super-alive. You're in on a secret that all the dull, sleeping people don't know about. Unlike them, you're alert and aware of existing right here in this precise moment between what happened and what's going to happen.

No sé por qué debería explicar lo que hago. ¿Por qué no puedo hacer exactamente lo que estoy haciendo? Es magnífico estar afuera en la madrugada, antes de que salga el sol. Te da la sensación de estar súper vivo. Eres cómplice de un secreto que toda esa gente aburrida y dormida no conoce. A diferencia de ellos, tú estás alerta y consciente de existir justo aquí, en este preciso momento entre lo que sucedió y lo que sucederá.

You don't rejoice despite absurdity, but because of it. Life is absurd so nothing compels you at all. There is no logic and no necessity. You do what you do out of freedom. You are always free to choose.

Let the morrow bring on what it would, he thought, for it didn't exist. Only now could lay any claim to forever...

It's funny, but you never really think much about breathing. Until it's all you ever think about.

Life was something you didn't argue with, because when it came down to it, whether you barracked for God or nothing at all, life was all there was. And death.

Being afreaid proves you're alive and awake.

By encouraging anyone to capture the attention of others with the spectacle of one's self—in some cases, even to the point of earning a living by it—it warps our understanding of our own existence and its relation to others. That this should become the manner of being for us all is surely the definitive dystopic vision of late modernity. But perhaps it was foretold by the metastatic proliferation of the attention merchants' model throughout our culture.