Quotes About Existence

Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on

We were once the ones who were dreaming and loving and screwing. We were once the ones who were living, and then we were the ones who were dying. We sewed ourselves, a thread's width, into your history.

Yes, I pray to my Big Lesbian God Who Doesn't Really Exist.

Why must we die over and over again?

once time is lit, it twill burn whether or not you're breathing it in. even after smoke becomes air there is the memory of smoke

It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

I have no idea what time it is, what day it is. I have nothing but now. Nothing but here. And that is more than enough.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do. I

who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

I feel more like myself than I usually do because as I swim, I don't need to fully exist.

Le rezo a la Gran Diosa Lesbiana Que No Existe

Esta es mi vida Soy una acumulación de objetos.

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

Pasamos tantos minutos, horas y días sin valorar la vida, sin sentirla demasiado, dejando que transcurra. Pero luego hay momentos como este en que la vivacidad de la vida es cristalina, palpable, innegable. Es la boya final a la que aferrarse cuando uno se está ahogando. Es la salvación.

After awhile, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

We become, for a few short seconds, our own time zone.

The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed

Those who in principle reject an evolutionary account of collective human violence must either deny its existence -which is surely a quixotic move- or else provide an alternative hypothesis. So far, no coherent alternative has been suggested.

Think of a ball of steel as large as the world, and a fly alighting on it once every million years. When the ball of steel is rubbed away by the friction, eternity will not even have begun.

Cain wonders for the first time, whether a child is born with the man already inside him waiting to emerge; or if there is only blankness, a void inside ready to be filled with whatever might be placed there.

What does it mean to be ,' he thought, 'except to be known?

The early-twentieth-century historian Simon Dubnow, one of the three towering Jewish historians of the modern age (along with Heinrich Graetz and Salo W. Baron), wrote of the "secret of the existence" of the Jews. Despite his own abandonment of religious belief as an adolescent, he echoed the explanation of traditionalists for whom Jewish survival was a supernatural miracle.

To be is to be perceived