Quotes About Existence

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago. I'm never going to figure it out,any more than a normal person will figure out his or her own existence. After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are . There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

I hope suffering don't exist.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simple are

What's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

Because what's the point of something virtual if it doesn't end up being real?

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.

The past and future are what's complicated. It's the present that's simple.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust.

That air. The air afterwards. I wanted to breathe it in. It felt right to breathe it in. Because we were breathing them in, weren't we? And the building. We were breathing it all in. And I thought, there's a part of this that's actually a part of me now. I now have that responsibility. I am alive, and I am breathing, and I can do the things this dust can't do.

Do you really exist? I blurt out. Not at all, he says with a smile, I've known that since I was four.

No past. No future. Just present. Give it a chance.

It feels like we've stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

maura: i am isaac, will. me: don't be stupid. he's a guy. maura: no he's not. he's a profile. i made him up. me: yeah, right. maura: i did. no. no no no no no no no no no no no no no. me: what? no please no what no no please no fuck no NO. maura: isaac doesn't exist. he's never existed.

We are the time. We are the breathing. We are the air.

It is a sound like loneliness—enough to let you know you're there, but not enough to fill you with life.

I don't know how this works. Or why. I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago. I'm never going to figure it out, any more than a normal person figure out his or her own existence. After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why. You can have theories, but there will never be proof.

once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in

She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.