Quotes About Existence

Hay muchos libros vivos. No de un modo metafórico.

I am like a gray thing, he thought. Bustling along with the currents of air that tumble me, that roll me, like a gray puffball, on and on.

It makes living a funny joke with nobody around to laugh.

It sounds like they're saying passive life is good, he thought. But there is no such thing as passive life. That's a contradiction.

We human beings are created and yet we are more rational than the creator himself who spawned us.

Ubik talks to us from the future, from the end state to which everything is moving; thus Ubik is not here—which is to say now—but will be

Everything's the same, when you break through to absolute reality; it's all one vast blur.

most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

the basis of life is not a greed to exist, not a desire of any kind. It's fear, the fear which I saw here. And not even fear; much worse. Absolute dread. Paralyzing dread so great as to produce apathy.

El tiempo, ay, daba prisa a los hombres.

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand.

Activity does not necessarily mean life. Quasars are active. And a monk meditating is not inanimate.

God is either powerless, stupid or he doesn't give a shit. Or all three. He's evil, dumb, and weak.

And, my dad concluded, calming down a little, all our dignity consists in just that. I mean, man's little and can't fill time and space, but he sure can make use of the brain God gave him.

Realidade é aquela coisa que não desaparece quando você deixa de acreditar nela.

You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all.

If you intend to kill yourself you don't require a reason, in the usual sense of the term; just as, to contrary, when you intend to stay alive, no verbal, articulated, formal reason is necessary, one you can seize on if the issue comes up.

That's really an exceedingly sophisticated idea, epistemologically speaking. Does it mean that parts of the world are spurious? Or that sometimes the whole world is spurious? Or that there are plural worlds of which one is real and the others are not? Is there essentially one matrix world from which people derive differing perceptions? So that the world you see is not the world I see?

I don't believe in God," Kevin said. "I believe in the Great Punta. And the ways of the Great Punta are mysterious. No one knows why he does what he does, or doesn't do." "Are you kidding me?" "No," Kevin said. "Where did the Great Punta come from?" "Only the Great Punta knows.

Siempre que hablaba de ti, en realidad, no describía nada. Como si nunca te viera realmente. Como si nadie fuera real de verdad para mí.

Of course you're a worm. We're all worms—grubby worms creeping over the crust of the Earth, through dust and dirt.

Das Leben einer Spinne ist genauso groß wie Ihres, und Ihres ist genauso groß wie meins. Ein Leben ist ein Leben.

What a way to live a life; what, as the other officer said just now, an endless nothing.

I don't expect to live long. So what? I don't want to be around long. Do you? Why? What's in this world?