Quotes About Existence

I sometimes wonder if the "dead" are not more present, more comfort, more here than most of the living.

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.

Among the religions in this country which do not teach what would generally be considered a belief in the existence of God are Buddhism, Taoism, ethical culture, secular humanism and others.

Corto à lui même: Ce serait bon de vivre dans une fable. Bouche Dorée à Corto: Oh oui!… Mais toi tu vis continuellement une fable et tu ne t'en aperçois plus. Lorsqu'un adulte entre dans le monde des fables, il ne peut plus en sortir. Le savais-tu?

When we do not succeed to be ourselves, we finally realize that is was completely useless to exist...

I don't believe in principles. They don't exist! There are laws and facts...

Das Leben flieht wie Sand dahin, Doch schwer umkehret sich der Sinn.

It's all a mystery, so much is mysterious.And we are here to endure it.And in the How, there lies the whole difference—

Was weiß denn ich vom Menschenleben? Bin freilich scheinbar drin gestanden, Aber ich hab es höchstens verstanden, Konnte mich nie darein verweben.

Ein sonderbar Ding ist die Zeit. Wenn man so hineinlebt, ist sie rein gar nichts. Aber dann auf einmal, dann spürt man nichts als sie.

Um homem que morre aos trinta e cinco anos é em cada momento da sua vida um homem que morrerá aos trinta e cinco anos. A isso Goethe chamava 'enteléquia

When mental processes (hsin) arise, then do all dharmas (phenomena) spring forth; and when mental processes cease, then do all dharmas cease likewise.' The

Who said anything about justice? There's no such thing. But injustice is as much a part of life as the weather.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

There is robust debate in American society over the extent to which the US lives up to its goals, but no one considers such debate as a threat to America's current existence. The evolution of America from a slave-owning society that limited franchise only to white men of European origin to a diverse, multi-ethnic nation is a result of argument and deliberation.

We are born in mystery, we live in mystery, and we die in mystery.

To find meaning in the mystery of existence is life's final and fascinating challenge.

To love at a distance and without hope; never to possess; to dream chastely of pale charms and impossible kisses extinguished on the waxen brow of death: ah, that is something like it. A delicious straying away from the world, and never the return. As only the unreal is not ignoble and empty, existence must be admitted to be abominable. Yes, imagination is the only good thing which heaven vouchsafes to the skeptic and pessimist, alarmed by the eternal abjectness of life.

So it is official. Life is meaningless. The intellectuals have debated it, and produced conclusions that your feeble brain cannot understand, but only accepts. If only your were smarter, then maybe you would grasp the logical reasons underlining the inevitable pointlessness of existence, but all you can do now is accept your fate.

All you ever were was a little bit of the universe, thinking to itself. Very specific; this bit, here, right now. All the rest was fantasy.

Why not add another yarn? That's all we are in the end, any of us, a couple of dozen unreliable stories.

Light is all memory.

You can be so much in a room that the world outside turns to water. You've got the heater blowing out burnt air, but you still don't get warm. Your ankles are singed, but your head's in a bucket of ice. Time drips like a stalactite. The water for the coffee boils away in a tree of steam.