Quotes About Existence

Este mesmo segundo desapareceu para sempre, perdeu-se na massa anónima do irrevogável. nunca mais regressará. Sofro e não sofro com isso. Tudo é único - e insignificante.

Para usted que ya no la tiene, la libertad es todo. Para nosotros que sí, es meramente una ilusión.

God doesn't create suffering Claire, we do. We make the world and then we break it.

he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another?

the things which, when added up, amounted to a life.

he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed,

Kinsella says a few meaningless things along the way then falls into the quiet way he has about him, and time passes without seeming to pass

But can someone tell you you're in love? Or do you just have to know it at a gut level? And if you can't identify it, does it even really exist?

But we're lost in a world of appearances now.

The fact that there is a general belief in a future life is no evidence of its truth

The origin of the absurd idea of immortal life is easy to discover it is kept alive by hope and fear, by childish faith, and by cowardice.

We know life is futile. A man who considers that his life is of very wonderful importance is awfully close to a padded cell.

We are born and we die; and between these two most important events in our lives more or less time elapses which we have to waste somehow or other. In the end it does not seem to matter much whether we have done so in making money, or practicing law, or reading or playing, or in any other way, as long as we felt we were deriving a maximum of happiness out of our doings.

Some of you say religion makes people happy. So does laughing gas. So does whiskey. I believe in the brain of man. I'm not worried about my soul.

The purpose of man is like the purpose of a pollywog - to wiggle along as far as he can without dying; or, to hang to life until death takes him.

Oh, living is so uncomfortable. Everything presses in: the body demands, the spirit never ceases, living is like being weary but being unable to sleep–living is upsetting. You can't walk around naked, either in body or in spirit.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed

All the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of the prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes. It was ever so. I don't know why, but I do know that the universe never began. Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.

Where does music go when it's not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.

She wasn't crying because of the life she led: because, never having led any other, she'd accepted that with her that was just the way things were. But I also think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling

They gave me a name and alienated me from myself.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Escrevo por não ter nada a fazer no mundo: sobrei e não há lugar para mim na terra dos homens. Escrevo porque sou um desesperado e estou cansado, não suporto mais a rotina de me ser e se não fosse a sempre novidade que é escrever, eu me morreria simbolicamente todos os dias. (A hora da estrela)