Quotes About Existence

You're upsetting a delicate balance of corruption that has existed here for centuries.

The universe is indifferent to our fates.

But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle food, To make us feel existence, and to show How quiet death is. Where soil is men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers; but for me, There is no depth to strike in

The strongest beings are those who sing themselves into existence.

I learned that poets aren't God, but if there is a God … or anything approaching a God … he's a poet. And a failed one at that.

Hobbes's Leviathan. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

Doomed with enfeebled carcass to outstretch His loathed existence through ten centuries

In the end, it doesn't matter a damn bit. We thought we were special, opening our perceptions, honing our empathy, spilling that cauldron of shared pain onto the dance floor of language and then trying to make a minuet out of all that chaotic hurt. It doesn't matter a damn bit. We're no avatars, no sons of god or man. We're only us, scribbling our conceits alone, reading alone, and dying alone.

There has to be more than this," I said. The doctor looked up from his grim work with a bemused smile. "Is there?" he said. "Please show me." He lifted the man's heart and seemed to weigh it in one hand.

Le disgustaba morir, y no quería morir más de lo necesario.

It is hard to die. Harder to live.

I love life, Eleanor. It is that simple. Had I the choice, I would live forever, accepting pain and loss as my due and learning--across time--even to appreciate the sharp seasoning of this sadness.

We come into this world alone, We depart alone,    This also is illusion. I will teach you the way Not to come, not to go!

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering." Oh, Fanny, if only you knew! We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

We are created precisely for this type of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides.

Toward more life," said Aenea. "Life likes life. It's pretty much that simple. But more amazingly, nonlife likes life as well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and wants to get into it.

God Almighty, I love life. Even this vile place, where the trees are shattered stubs and where nothing grows but craters, even the sights, scents, sounds, and stirrings of this place are preferable to the unchanging nothingness of the Great Darkness.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

In the beginning was the Word. In the end Ã¢â'¬Â¦ past honor, past life, past caring Ã¢â'¬Â¦ In the end will be the Word.

I did not know if androids could dream—

A lesser light asked Ummon Are there multiple futures> Ummon answered Does a dog have fleas>]

suddenly. "Why do you men have to add to it? Why does our species always have to take our full measure of God-given misery and terror and mortality and then make it worse?

Niemand hat je gesagt, dass das Universum normal ist.

Are we all illusions? Brief shadows thrown on a white wall for the shallow amusement of bored gods? Is this all?