Quotes About Existence

My life's memories take up space with no regard to when they happened, or to their actual time span. The memories of brief incidents occupy almost all time, while years of my life have left no tract. -- spoken by Astrid

If God wanted us to believe in him, he'd exist.

Your true value doesn't come from the wonderful things you do, the children you raise, or the business you run. You are valuable because you exist.

Men recorded their experiences and called it history; men looked about the world and called their observations science; men wondered about the existence of God and the problem of evil and called their speculations theology; men did handiwork and called it art; men made up stories, wrote them down and called them literature; men thought about such topics as truth, beauty, justice, and the nature of existence and called their opinions philosophy.

I know myself as mortal, but this raises the question: "What is I?" Am I an individual, or am I an evolving life stream composed of countless selves?

I grow aware of various forms of man and of myself. I am form and I am formless, I am life and I am matter, mortal and immortal. I am one and many -- myself and humanity in flux.

We are the white-eyed, the red-eyed, the eyeless, with full wings, with crumpled vestigial wings. We perceive the buzz of fluorescence you call quiet, its flicker you call light. The chemical stream of your midafternoon banana sings behind our mouthparts. We are the tested.

Look. All books are weird when you think about it.... It goes without saying that real life is also weird.

A dream is both Life and Death in that it takes from one and gives to the other.

Energy is the single thing of absolute value created in the Universe.

Health is a person's true clock; their only way to keep track of the time they have.

Life is billed at the cost of living.

Life is the game that plays Humans.

Philosophy. Culture. Time. These are all borrowed concepts.

Solipsism is the absurd conclusion.

Jag vill inte dö, jag vill leva, men om hon dör finns det ingen plats för mig i den här världen.

A man wakes up and for a few moments he experiences everything exactly as it is. Jon wrote: A man wakes up and is lucid. It doesn't last long, though, he thought, that kind of lucidity. If it did you wouldn't be able to stand it, it would kill you. Let

Live innocently; God is here.

The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

There's more to life than just surviving ... but ... sometimes just surviving is all you get.

It was not living, it was vegetation. We longed for death.

He'd been unable to discern whether this frantic bustle of hers was what it claimed to be - an ardent determination to live every remaining day to the fullest - or quite the opposite: an evasion. An equally ardent determination to distract herself, from what only she could know, and thus a complete failure to inhabit her life in the scarcest respect.