Quotes About Existence

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

Alles verändert sich nur, nichts stirbt.

You will be separated from yourself and yet be alive.

My earnest hope is that the entire remainder of my existence will be one round of unruffled monotony.

No, the man said, looking past him with his empty gaze, the realm of the dead isn't anything. But to those who have been there, nothing else is anything either.

What would life be like if it were not futile? Futility is the foundation upon which it rests. On what other foundation could it have been based which would have held and never given way? A great idea can be undermined by another great idea and, in due course, be demolished by it. But futility is inaccessible, indestructible, immovable. It is a true foundation and that is why it has been chosen as such.

he was alone in the endless night that rested over the whole earth, alone in heaven and on earth and among the living and the dead. This he had always been . . . .

He thought about the highest and holiest in life and of what nature it might be: that perhaps it exists only as a dream and cannot survive reality, the awakening. But that it does nevertheless exist. That perfect love exists and the Holy Land exists; it is just that we cannot reach it.

Quem vive não pode se esconder. devagar, tudo acontece conosco. O tempo mesquinho se contrai.

Ultimately, the body is just a shell; it is the soul which defines the man or woman, god or goddess.

The first thing to do,' said Psmith, 'is to ascertain that such a place as Clapham Common really exists. One has heard of it, of course, but has its existence ever been proved? I think not.

Schopenhauer says that all the suffering in the world can't be mere chance. Must be meant. He says life's a mixture of suffering and boredom. You've

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark, vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep, downward, in the soaked guts of the earth, absorbing and thinking, eating each day.

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.

Nobody can claim the name of Pedro, nobody is Rosa or María, all of us are dust or sand, all of us are rain under rain. They have spoken to me of Venezuelas, of Chiles and Paraguays; I have no idea what they are saying. I know only the skin of the earth and I know it has no name.

You are the trembling of time, that passes between vertical light and darkened sky

Everything is so alive, that I can be alive. Without moving I can see it all. In your life I see everything that lives.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

Each hour, Each day

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.

Por eso tengo que volver a tantos sitios veneridos para encontrarme conmigo y examinarme sin cesar sin testigo que la luna, y luego silbar de alegria pisando piedras y terrones sin tarea que existir sin familia que el camino

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.