Quotes About Existence

I won't say life wouldn't be worth living without it, but it would be dull

your consciousness of existence is derived from the conjunction of all your sensations, that that consciousness of existence is the result of your sensations.

assuming there are no sensations, it follows that there is no idea of existence.

Life, that series of increasing torments, flies faster and faster as it nears its end, the most terrifying suffering of all.

The solution of all the possible questions of life could evidently not satisfy me, for my question, simple as it at first appeared, included a demand for an explanation of the finite in terms of the infinite, and vice versa.

the true life is outside time; it is in the present

I asked: "What is the meaning of my life, beyond time, cause, and space?" And I replied to quite another question: "What is the meaning of my life within time, cause, and space?" With the result that, after long efforts of thought, the answer I reached was: "None.

I could not even wish to know the truth, for I guessed of what it consisted. The truth was that life is meaningless. I

It is impossible to imagine to oneself a man who has no freedom otherwise as deprived of life

No. All I say is that it is not argument that convinces me of the necessity of a future life, but this: when you go hand in hand with someone and all at once that person vanishes there, into nowhere, and you yourself are left facing that abyss, and look in. And I have looked in....

faith is a knowledge of the meaning of human life in consequence of which man does not destroy himself but lives. Faith is the strength of life. If a man lives he believes in something. If he did not believe that one must live for something, he would not live. If he does not see and recognize the illusory nature of the finite, he believes in the finite; if he understands the illusory nature of the finite, he must believe in the infinite. Without faith he cannot live.

En la "tierra", precisamente ne esta tierra —digo señalando la campiña— no existe la verdad, todo es mal y mentira

Once admit that human life can be guided by reason, and all possibility of life is annihilated.

Che cosa è male? Che cosa è bene? Che cosa bisogna amare, che cosa odiare? Per quale ragione dobbiamo vivere? E io che cosa sono? Che cos'è la vita? Che cos'è la morte? Quale forza guida tutto?» si domandava Pierre. E non trovava risposta ad alcuno di questi interrogativi, tranne una sola illogica risposta, che per contro non rispondeva affatto a queste domande. «Morirai e tutto sarà finito.»

Tako ?ine rijetki snažni i dosljedni ljudi. Shvativši svu glupost šale kojoj su oni predmet i shvativši da su blaga umrlih ve?a od blaga živih te da je najbolje od svega ne postojati, tako i ?ine te smjesta završavaju s tom glupom šalom kojim god sredstvom: om?a oko vrata, voda, nož kojim probijaju srce, vlakovi na željezni?kim prugama.

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And here we live and know nothing,

I don't want to play at life" I said, "But to live.

Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

What has become of it? Where are you, pain?" He turned his attention to it. "Yes, here it is. Well, what of it? Let the pain be." "And death … where is it?" 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. "So that's what it is!" he suddenly exclaimed aloud. "What joy!

If we were angels once, why did we end up lower?" asked Nikolai. "No, that can't be!" "Not lower, who told you it's lower?...How do I know what I used to be?

Why was I so reluctant to part with life? There was something in this life I did not and do not understand.

Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal - had seemed to him all his life correct only as regards Caius, but not at all regards himself. In that case it was a question of Caius, a man, an abstract man, and it was perfectly true, but he was not Caius, and was not an abstract man; he had always been a creature quite, quite different from all the others.

Having then for the first time clearly understood that before every man, and before himself, there lay only suffering, death, and eternal oblivion, he had concluded that to live under such conditions was impossible; that one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.