Quotes About Existence

Good Lord. The first person she sees is Mick Drummond, with his ancient bobbing head. Would that man never die? Was he immortal? Was he real?

Show me your original face, the one you had before your parents were born.

He did nothing that he wasn't obliged to do because the effort of existence exhausted him. He slept whenever he could. Getting up each morning was like moving his limbs through thick mud.

While you are looking at the stars tonight, I want you to reflect on two koans. The first one is this: out of nowhere, the mind comes forth. And the second: show me your original face, the one you had before your parents were born.

My broader contention is that the focus on deplorable conditions may have assisted in shaping the public's view as to the abuses taking place but it did not lead to abolishing these spaces of confinement; instead, it led to calls to reform them, which often aided in prolonging and justifying their existence.

What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?

What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?

The size of the land can be humbling. It puts my human existence into perspective, not in the sense of feeling like a bug on the windshield of life, but more a feeling of belonging to something too big to comprehend. The times when I have a view of the broad vistas sometimes make me feel as big as the land. I love the size of the land, how it rolls on and on, untamed and for the most part untouched.

Truly, men make too little use of their lives; and so it is no wonder that the world should still be in such a poor way.

Practically speaking, there are for each one of us two supreme realities -- God and the soul. The heavens and the earth will pass away. But the soul will still remain, face to face with God.

Let us think today of the prospect of sharing in a sublime and blessed existence such as is portrayed in the text of the Apocalypse before us, and let us ask ourselves whether it should or should not make any difference in our present state of being.

Time is a rigid, bonelike structure, extending infinitely ahead and behind, fossilizing the future as well as the past.

As long as God does not intervene in the contemporary universe in such a way as to violate physical laws, science has no way of knowing whether God exists or not. The belief or disbelief in such a Being is therefore a matter of faith.

In a world in which time is a circle, every handshake, every kiss, every birth, every word, will be repeated precisely.

No one knows the nature of God, or even if God exists. In a sense, all of our religions are literary works of the imagination.

So many little lives, amounting to nothing. I ask you: What is infinity multiplied by zero? It is hardly worth our discussion.

Love, live, life, and Im dead.

Im a cool cat, but Im on life nine.

What's the point of all this? Of all what? she asked. Of all this life .

Can we have one day when we don't have to talk about the meaning of life? -I don't think we ever talk about anything else.

My mother was a real person. I am not a real person.

I am wasting my life. I am wasting my life. I am wasting my life. It pounds like a heartbeat.

For me, other people are the point, but other people can disappear.

Perhaps all suicides are happy in the end. Perhaps it is at that moment that one feels the real point of it all, which, after you get yourself born, is to die. It is the one thing each and every one of us is programmed for, directed to, and cannot swerve away from indefinitely.