Quotes About Existence

Somehow, we have come to the erroneous belief that we are all but flesh, blood, and bones, and that's all. So we direct our values to material things.

Governed the tides by the distant moon? Who put the "wonder" within my breast? Set off the "joy bells" within my soul? Who gave a reason to even exist? Made earth a "mission" and heaven a "goal"? Mere chance occurrence? Complete mystery? Of course there's a reason, if only we prod. Nature demands it—and so does my heart. There's only one Answer. Only one God!

It's not that somehow we may discover something in how we view ourselves or our enviroment that we'll find suitably fillling, that will help us rise above the daily struggle for existence. I'm saying that everything in the natural world proclaims there's something infinetly more-some wisdom and reason behing everything we see. Just look around. It doesn't take a college degree to see it.

Me kaikki elämme todellisuudessa, mutta kukaan meistä ei tiedä minkä näköinen se on.

Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer's day, a long-running sitcom, one's life, and eventually our species. The question for many of us is not that everything will come to an end but when. And can we do anything vaguely useful until it does?

I was born on a Thursday, hence the name. My brother was born on a Monday and they called him Anton--go figure. My mother was called Wednesday, but was born on a Sunday--I don't know why--and my father had no name at all--his identity and existence had been scrubbed by the ChronoGuard after he went rogue. To all intents and purposes he didn't exist at all. It didn't matter. He was always Dad to me...

All the great unanswered questions of the world will be answered. Who are we? What are we here for? Where will we end up? And most important of all: Can mankind actually get any stupider?

I'm sure it's not all hot buttered crumpets out there in the breathing world of asphalt and heartbeats.

PDR: Persons of Dubious Reality; refugees from the collective consciousness. Uninvited visitors who have fallen through the grating that divides the real, from the written. They arrive with their actions hardwired due to their repetitious existence and the older and more basic they are, the more rigidly they stick to them. Characters from cautionary tales are particularly mindless; they do what they do because it's what they've always done. And it's our job to stop them.

If you even *need* a government, added Stig, you are a life-form flawed beyond redemption.

All of everything came into existence simply because it wanted to be. The big bang wasn't so much a big bang as a hasty dash toward an opportunity to trade nothingness for somethingness. The main contributory factor to the entire universe was a momentary effect in need of a cause.

Our position as the policing agency within fiction gave us licensed access to abstract technology. One blast from the eraserhead in Bradshaw's rifle and the Minotaur would be reduced to the building blocks of his fictional existence: text and a bluish mist—all that is left when the bonds that link text to meaning are severed.

No eran simpleas acumulaciones de palabras dispuestas escrupulosamente sobre un página para ofrecer la impresión de realidad... Cada uno de aquellos volúmenes era realidad. La similitud de esos libros con los ejemplares que había leido en mi hogar no era mayor que la similitud de una fotografía con su sujeto: ¡aquellos libros estaban vivos !

Well, that's it. I said after we had waited for another five minutes and found ourselves still in a state of pleasantly welcome existence. The ChronoGuard has shut itself down and time travel is as it should be: technically, logically, and theoretically...impossible. Good thing, too, reply Landon. It always made my head ache. In fact, I was thinking of doing self help book for science-fiction novelists eager to write about time travel. It would consist of a single word: Don't.

Aber als ich mich beruhigt hatte, ist mir klar geworden, dass diese Welt, so verdorben und unvollkommen sie ist, schöner wäre, wenn du in ihr bliebest.<

Puede acaso el destino ser malo como un ser inteligente, y llegar a ser monstruoso como el corazón humano?»

Los dioses han ocultado lo que hace vivir a los hombres.

I had stayed still and let the days pass, which is the best way to allow things in the real world to dissolve or break down, although they remain forever in our thoughts and in our knowledge, solid and putrid and stinking to high heaven. But that is bearable and we can live with it. Who doesn't carry something of that nature around with them?

Some people think that being in love or infatuated is a modern invention that appears only in novels. Be that as it may, it nevertheless exists, the invention, the word, and our capacity for such a feeling.

We lose everything because everything remains except us. And therefore any form of posterity may be an affront, and perhaps any memory, as well.

Without that passion and urge, there is a gradual oozing out of hope and vitality, a settling down on lower levels of existence, a slow merging into non-existence. We become prisoners of the past and some part of its immobility sticks to us.

Most job seekers don't understand this. If you are not in the recruiter's database and you are not present on the Internet, to the recruiter, you don't exist.

Man was created as a being whose very existence is derived from and dependent upon a Creator whom he must acknowledge as such and from whom he must obtain wisdom and knowledge through revelation. The purpose and meaning of his life, as well as his very existence, is derived and dependent. He can find none of this in himself. Man is not autonomous.

It is said that life begins when the fetus can exist apart from its mother. By this definition, many people in Hollywood are legally dead.