Quotes About Existence

Tuer confère un style à l'existence. C'est ce possible continuellement présent qui, par son insertion inavouable dans la vie courante, injecte à celle-ci le tonus sans quoi elle se résume à une reptation asthénique et à l'interminable expérimentation de l'ennui.

My organism is a link in the immense chain of cosmic cause and effect, and I can only perceive its real sense by considering it in its real place, in its real connection with all the rest, that is to say by considering it from the point of view of the Universe, in my capacity as universal man and not particular man, in so far as I am similar to all other men and not in so far as I am different.

Indeed, Nietzsche believed that the only possibility for existence was for each of us to become gods ourselves.

Van één ding zijn we zeker : dat we mensen zijn, stof onder de sterren. En dat alle menselijke geluk en alle menselijke leed door mensen veroorzaakt wordt.

Beiden schenen wij het gevoel te hebben de laatste bewoners te zijn van een uit haar voegen gerukte wereld waarover de tijd was stilgevallen.

Evren'in gözünde biz küçücük ve önemsiz k?v?lc?mlardan ba?ka bir ?ey de?iliz. Ke?ke bunu unutmama bilgeli?ini gösterebilseydik..

Si nous sommes capables de penser l'univers, c'est parce que l'univers pense en nous. - François Chang

The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.

I do believe that LAST EXIT is a microcosm and that everything in the world exists within each of us which is what makes it possible for us to identify with each other, if we have the honesty and courage, and eventually realize and accept that separation is a lie and that there is only ONE LIFE and we are all that life... EVERYTHING.

It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul. Getting is living a lie, turning our back on the truth, and Visions are glimpses of the truth: Obviously nothing external can truly nurture my inner life, my Vision.

Time seemed stationary, yet the painful pressure of time was constantly felt.

I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me.

Time has to pass. But sometimes its so goddamn long. Sometimes it just seems to drag and drag and weigh a ton. And hang on you like a monkey. Like its going to suck the blood out of you. Or squeeze your guts out. And sometimes it flies. And is gone somewhere, somehow, before you know it was even here. As if time is only here to make you miserable. That's the only reason for time. To squeeze you. Crush you. To tie you up in knots and make you fucking miserable.

It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence. But to deny our vision is to sell our soul.

Life is more than meat, and it is also more than theory.

Only mediocrity of enjoyment is allowed to man.

So unless we're going to get down on our knees and give thanks every time disaster misses, it makes no sense to moan when it strikes. Us, or anyone else. Because we're not comparing it with anything. And anyway, we're all dead, or never born, and the whole thing really is a dream. There, you see. That's a funny side.

I saw a man this morning Who did not wish to die" Patrick Shaw-Stewart

Love is a word. A sound. Its association with a particular feeling is arbitrary, unmeasurable, and ultimately meaningless

My life is every moment of my life. It is not a culmination of the past.

We are so easily baffled by appearances And do not realize that these stones are one with the stars.

Death suddenly seemed unimportant and life seemed everything

we have discovered a great social secret in Canada. We have contrived to solve problems which would ruin other countries merely by ignoring their existence.

We forget that we all take life to live and that eating is a sacrament.