Quotes About Existence

Give me your anonymous hand, for life is giving me pain and I don't know how to go on talking - reality is too delicate, only reality is delicate, my unreality and my imagination are more substantial.

The most profound of murders: one that is a mode of relating, a way of one being existing the other being, a way of our seeing each other and being each other and having each other, a murder where there is neither victim nor executioner but instead a link of mutual ferocity. My primary struggle for life. "Lost in the Fiery Hell of a Canyon a Woman Struggles Desperately for Life.

A verdade não faz sentido, a grandeza do mundo me encolhe. Aquilo que provavelmente pedi e finalmente tive, veio, no entanto me deixar carente como uma criança que anda sozinha pela terra. Tão carente que só o amor de todo o universo por mim poderia me consolar e me cumular, só um tal amor que a própria célula-ovo das coisas vibrasse com o que estou chamando de um amor. Daquilo a que na verdade apenas chamo mas sem saber-lhe o nome.

First of all, the doctrine of the Trinity means that nothing that exists, whether on earth or in heaven, can be conceived of as an individual, in and of itself.

Without the Earth, the Sun would be light only, not life.

The truth of our existence is that it is uncertain.

If I had to define life in a word, it would be: Life is creation.

I am the place in which something has occurred.

So I can understand the mad passion for travel books and their deceptiveness. They create the illusion of something which no longer exists but still should exist, if we were to have any hope of avoiding the overwhelming conclusion that the history of the past twenty thousand years is irrevocable.

The world began without the human race and it will end without it…. Man has never—save only when he reproduces himself—done other than cheerfully dismantle million upon million of structures and reduce their elements to a state in which they can no longer be reintegrated.

The world began without man, and it will complete itself without him.

I was born too soon into a world too young.

Death is only beginning to frighten me again. I had stopped being afraid of it after the revelation of that pale, pure morning when I understood that I was no different from other men. Scarcely more intelligent than the most stupid.

To gaze at flowers is to plunge into the center of the world, and through the proliferation of forms that overwhelm us there, to discover how much we belong to the world. If our eyes light up at the sight of shells, blades of grass, or clouds, it is because the eye is made of the same fabric as they are, constructed out of the same constellations of atoms; the eye is part and parcel of the same elaborate dance of forms, and driven by the same forces of the universe.

Love is an attachment to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment -- a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same you forget yourself.

Ici apparaît la vérité profonde que la méthode objective tend par essence à nous révéler: la vie intérieure n'existe pas, le plan psychologique n'offre aucune réalité, la conscience n'a pas d'importance.

la certeza de que hay algo mucho más grande que el ser humano: algo que es ajeno y no se puede abarcar, pero que existe. Ficción, sugestión, fe, no sé cuál es la palabra adecuada.

What's left of you when your arm can't even put on a jacket and your leg can't even take a step and your neck can't straighten up enough to let you show your face to the world, what's left? Are you your brain, which keeps sending out orders that won't be fol- lowed? Or are you the thought itself, something that can't be seen or touched beyond that furrowed organ guarded inside the cranium like a trove?

The sadness lives in the recognition that a life cannot matter: Or; as there are billions of lives, my sadness is alive alongside the recognition that billions of lives never mattered.

To live through the days sometimes you moan like deer. Sometimes you sigh. The world says stop that. Another sigh. Another stop that. Moaning elicits laughter, sighing upsets. Perhaps each sigh is drawn into existence to pull in, pull under, who knows; truth be told, you could no more control those sighs than that which brings the sighs about.

And of course you want the days to add up to something more than you came in and out of the sun and drank the potable water of your developed world--

What we live before the light is turned off is what prevents the light from being turned off. 'The quotidian

The sadness lives in the recognition that a life cannot matter: Or; as there are billions of live, my sadness is alive alongside the recognition that billions of lives never mattered.

Moaning elicits laughter, sighing upsets. Perhaps each sigh is drawn into existence to pull in, pull under, who knows; truth be told, you could no more control those sighs than that which brings the sighs about.