Quotes About Existence

It suddenly occurred to me that you don't need order to live. There is no pattern to follow and the pattern itself doesn't even exist: I am born.

Se eu me confirmar e me considerar verdadeira, estarei perdida porque não saberei onde engastar meu novo modo de ser - se eu for adiante nas minhas visões fragmentárias, o mundo inteiro terá que se transformar para eu caber nele.

I don't want to have the terrible limitation of those who live merely from what can make sense. Not I: I want an invented truth.

Vivimos exclusivamente en el presente pues siempre y eternamente es el día de hoy -y el día de mañana será un hoy, la eternidad es el estado de las cosas en este momento.

I had reached nothingness, and the nothingness was live and moist.

Last night — it's hard to explain to you — last night I dreamed that I was dreaming. Could it be like that after death? the dream of a dream of a dream of a dream.

Before her birth was she an idea? Before her birth was she dead? And after her birth she would die? What a thin slice of watermelon.

I don't want to have the terrible limitation of those who live merely from what can make sense. Not I: I want an invented truth. What shall I tell you? I shall tell you the instants. I go too far and only then do I exist and in a feverish way.

Tal vez la norestina ya hubiese llegado a la conclusión de que la vida incomoda bastante, el alma no cabe bien en el cuerpo, aun un alma pobre como la suya.

The future, at least, had the advantage of not being the present, and the worse can always take a turn for the better... For, strange though it may seem, she had faith. Composed of fine organic matter, she existed. Pure and simple.

Esa muchacha no sabía que ella era lo que era, tal como un cachorro no sabe que es cachorro. Por eso no se sentía infeliz. Lo único que quería era vivir. No sabía para qué, no se lo preguntaba. Quién sabe, tal vez encontraba que había una ínfima gloria en vivir. Pensaba que una persona está obligada a ser feliz. De modo que lo era.

Quiero aceptar mi libertad sin pensar en lo que muchos creen: que existir es cosa de locos, un caso de demencia. Porque lo parece. Existir no es lógico.

Es como unas ganas de respirar fuerte, y también el miedo

And I want to accept my freedom without thinking what so many do, that existing is something for fools, a case of madness. Because that's what it seems like. Existing isn't logical.

I'm blinder than before. I did see, I really did. I was terrified by the raw truth of a world whose greatest horror is that it is so alive that for me to admit that I am as alive as it is - and my most hideous discovery is that I am as alive as it is - I shall have to raise my consciousness of life outside to so high a point that it would amount to a crime against my personal life.

Every thing has an instant in which it is. I want to grab hold of the is of the thing. These instants passing through the air I breathe: in fireworks they explode silently in space.

Qué se puede hacer con la verdad de que todo el mundo esté un poco triste y un poco solo.

Nothing that I am not can interest me, it is impossible to be anything more than what you are.

Que la vida es así: se pulsa un botón y la vida se enciende. Sólo que ella no sabía cuál era el botón que había que pulsar. Ni se daba cuenta de que vivía en una sociedad tecnificada donde ella era un tornillo prescindible.

My mystery is simple: I don't know how to be alive. - Because you only know, or only knew, how to be alive through pain.

Living leaves me atremble.

At this moment" is a rare thing because only sometimes do I step with both feet on the land of the present; usually one foot slides toward the past, the other slides toward the future. And I end up with nothing.

Living is like being tired and not being able to sleep.

Não ter nascido bicho parece ser uma de minhas secretas nostalgias.