Quotes About Existence

Por qué me sigue el esqueleto? Y quién salió a vivir por mí cuando dormía o enfermaba?

Veo en tu vida todo lo viviente.

I go so far as to think you own the universe.

I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

tudo me leva para ti, como se tudo o que existe, aromas, luz, metais, fossem pequenos barcos que navegam até às tuas ilhas que me esperam.

No puedo sin la vida vivir, sin el hombre ser hombre

Nació un hombre entre muchos que nacieron, viví entre muchos hombres que vivieron, y esto no tiene historia sino tierra.

In you is the illusion of each day.

Es una copa llena de agua el mundo.

Perdón si cuando quiero contar mi vida es tierra lo que cuento. Esta es la tierra. Crece en tu sangre y creces. Si se apaga en tu sangre tú te apagas.

Let's try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing. Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

How much does a man live after all? Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries? How long does a man spend dying? What does it mean to say for ever?

People want to find a meaning in everything and everyone. That's the disease of our age...

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not melt in one's bath.

We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.

A piece of space-dust falls on your head once every day… With every breath, we inhale a bit of the story of our universe, our planet's past and future, the smells and stories of the world around us, even the seeds of life.

I do not evolve, I AM.

Somewhere in the process I started writing toward an answer to the question I wake up with every morning and go to bed with every night. How do I find hope on a dying planet, and if there is no hope to be found, how do I live in its absence? In what state of being? Respect? Tenderness? Unmitigated love? The rich and sometimes deeply clarifying dreamscape of vast inconsolable grief?

Most people's lives go unrecorded, or worse unlived.

El nu era un înÈ›elept, dar îi pl?cea liniÈ™tea conÈ™tient? a sufletului: - Mai curând sau mai târziu, omul inteligent ajunge s? înÈ›eleag? deÈ™ert?ciunea zbuciumului sentimental care tulbur? pacea È™i consum? viaÈ›a - îmi zicea el. Ferice de acel care ajunge s? înÈ›eleag? aceasta mai de timpuriu: cu atât mai mult se va bucura de existen??.

Don't think about what you've left behind... everything is written in the Soul of the World, and there it will stay forever.

Man's conscious state is an awareness of body and breath. His subconscious state, active in sleep, is associated with his mental, and temporary, separation from body and breath. His superconscious state is a freedom from the delusion that existence depends on body and breath. God lives without breath; the soul made in his image becomes conscious of itself, for the first time, only during the breathless state.

The soul having been often born, or, as the Hindus say, 'traveling the path of existence through thousands of births' ... there is nothing of which she has not gained the knowledge; no wonder that she is able to recollect... what formerly she knew.... For inquiry and learning is reminiscence all."-Emerson.

The soul must stretch over the cosmogonic abysses, while the body performs its daily duties.