Quotes About Existence

The murkiness as we exist alongside each other calls us forward. I don't want to forget that I am here; at any given moment we are, each of us, next to any other capable of both the best and the worst our democracy has to offer.

De partea cealalt? este locul fericirii, al marii persuasiuni È™i al marelui abandon, al acelui "da" necondiÈ›ionat pe care îl spunem vieÈ›ii, l?sându-ne duÈ™i de valuri sau stând întinÈ™i pe plaj?, în armonie cu existenÈ›a pur? È™i absolut? lipsit? de orice activitate È™i hot?râre, cu lenta È™i vida succesiune a orelor care, probabil, este percepÈ›ia cea mai liber?, intens? È™i ferice a lumii.

Per Goethe [...] l'innaturale probabilmente non esisteva: la natura goethiana abbraccia e avvolge ogni cosa ed è lei che muove e crea, con elusiva ironia, tutte le forme, pure quelle che sembrano negarla e che agli uomini appaiono "innaturali". (Danubio, p.37)

so it was hard to believe that establishing once and for all that there was no God could ever be done definitively. But if it were possible…would Leonard even mind at this point? Would he truly care if he and Pearl—if Man—meant nothing in the scheme of the universe?

He looked upward toward the night sky and said, "Honestly…was this the best you could do? Truly? Create creatures willing to work themselves into a state where they toss aside all reason? If the answer is yes, then what does that say about you? If the answer is no, then why didn't you put some more effort into it?

For we are your offspring.

Without these supernova explosions, there are no mist-covered swamps, computer chips, trilobites, Mozart or the tears of a little girl. Without exploding stars, perhaps there could be a heaven, but there is certainly no Earth.

Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.

And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe.

A religion is a system of symbols which acts to establish powerful, pervasive, and long-lasting moods in men by formulating conceptions of a general order of existence and clothing those conceptions with such an aura of factuality that the moods and motivations seem uniquely realistic.

We thought all the time that we were passing through time when we really weren't, when we never have. We've just been moving along with time. We said, there's another second gone, there's another minute and another hour and another day, when, as a matter of fact the second or the minute or the hour was never gone. It was the same one all the time. It had just moved along and we had moved with it.

A million years ago there had been no river here and in a million years to come there might be no river – but in a million years from now there would be, if not Man, at least a caring thing. And that was the secret of the universe, Enoch told himself – a thing that went on caring.

He needed sun and soil and wind to remain a man.

A human being is an animal suspended in webs of significance which he himself has spun.

Man is an animal suspended in webs of significance he himself has spun.

This is your life and mine! It's skull and bones every incha the road! Christ, we're dyin' by inches!

Beyond a certain point we reach repetition and discover we are on the way back. Thus, life has no purpose beyond what it is at this moment.

There is no such thing as fate. We are born, we live, we die. We invent meaning to make life tolerable.

Everything that ever was always will be and is always present to discover if you have the will to look beyond surface appearances.

The cost of survival is dependent on the cause of living.

Thinking is the same as breathing. You stop thinking, you stop breathing.

Thinking like human is the easy part. Acting and living like human is the hard part.

Not everyone believes in the beginning and existence of everything, except of himself/herself.

For of what account are Truth and Love when Life itself has ceased to seem desirable?