Quotes About Existence

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

There is a small area of land in Asia Minor that is called Armenia, but it is not so. It is not Armenia. It is a place. There are only Armenians, and they inhabit the earth, not Armenia, since there is no Armenia. There is no America and there is no England, and no France, and no Italy. There is only the earth.

Be, beget, begone.

When I began to wait to live I really began to wait to die.

I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

Illness must be considered to be as natural as health.

I am an estranged man, said the liar: estranged from myself, from my family, my fellow man, my country, my world, my time, and my culture. I am not estranged from God, although I am a disbeliever in everything about God excepting God indefinable, inside all and careless of all.

Chci sou?asnÄ› obývat malé, bezvýznamné tÄ›lo a ohromný nezbadatelný vesmír. Chci si odžít svuj nezbadatelný ?as a chci se pokusit žít v??ne. Chci jíst a spát a pracovat a založit si rodinu a umÃ…â"¢ít, ale zárove? nechci být nikdy víc tÄ›lem nežli duchem.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.

And nothing is, but what is not.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Mañana, y mañana, y mañana se arrastra con paso mezquino día tras día hasta la sílaba final del tiempo escrito, y la luz de todo nuestro ayer guió a los bobos hacia el polvo de la muerte. ¡Apágate, apágate breve llama! La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.

I am not what I am..

Noi siamo della stessa materia Di cui son fatti i sogni E la nostra piccola vita È circondata da un sonno.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?