Quotes About Existence

In all my life only that dream is real.

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What's yet in this That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.

Pero, ¿cómo es que eso aún vive en tu mente? ¿Qué más ves en el oscuro fondo y abismo del tiempo? (Próspero)

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

Which is worse, past or future? Neither. I will fold up my mind like a leaf and drift on this stream over the brink. Which will be soon, and then the dark, and then be done with this ugliness...

The query: "At Auschwitz, tell me, where was God?" And the answer: "Where was man?

One of the century's most famous intellectual pronouncements comes at the beginning of The Myth of Sisyphus: "There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy

But I did not write any such letter that evening. Because when I returned to the house I encountered Sophie in the flesh for the first time and fell, if not instantaneously, then swiftly and fathomlessly in love with her. It was a love which, as time wore on that summer, I realized had many reasons for laying claim to my existence.

A person's life isn't orderly (...); it runs about all over the place, in and out through time. The present's hardly there; the future doesn't exist. Only love matters in the bits and pieces of a person's life.

A human being," Einstein once wrote, "is part of the whole called by us 'Universe,' a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness . . .

could still be alive

Well, some folks figger as how I'm long dead, even whilst they're talkin' to my face.

a word we make to mean whatever we want it to mean. Spirituality, Eugene averred, was "Christ, the God-revealing Christ, who is behind and in all of this living.

We're all dying. That's what defines the condition of living.

The past is over, gone. What is to come doesn't exist yet. That's tomorrow! It's only now that can ever be, at any moment. And at this moment, now, we are alive--and together. We can't ask more. There isn't any more to ask.

You must not face it. Because it is a – certainty it has to be forgotten. One cannot – must not – fear a certainty. All we know is this moment, and this moment, Ross, we are alive! We are. We are. The past is over, gone. What is to come doesn't exist yet. That's tomorrow! It's only now that can ever be, at any one moment. And at this moment, now, we are alive – and together. We can't ask more. There isn't any more to ask.

through all the monotony and the splendor of life.

to hold and possess the whole fullness of life in one moment, there and then, past and present and to come.

Walking here with the sun-warmed air on his face he had come up against the fact that it was good just to be alive.

Someone—a Latin poet—had defined eternity as no more than this: to hold and possess the whole fullness of life in one moment, there and then, past and present and to come.

Human beings were blind, crazy creatures, he thought, forever walking the tightrope of the present condemned to ever changing shifts and expedients to maintain the balance of existence, not knowing even as far ahead as tomorrow what the actions of today would bring. How could one plan a year ahead, how influence the imponderables?

Qualcuno - un poeta latino - aveva scritto che l'eternità consisteva nel trattenere e possedere la pienezza della vita in un unico istante, nel qui e nell'ora, il passato, il presente e il futuro

I don't know if mama was right, that we each have a destiny, or if if was Lt Dan, that we are all just floating around, accidental, like on a breeze, but I think... I think... maybe... it's both happening at the same time.