Quotes About Existence

Know thyself! That was the best joke ever perpetrated. A steaming universe of germ-cells, a maelstrom of animal forces, of which he himself, his personality, was only the collective gleam.

That's how life was, death and birth, grub and harvest, rain and clearing, winter and summer. You had to take one with the other, for that's the way it ran. The characters and situations in this work are wholly fictional and imaginary, and do not portray and are not intended to portray any actual persons or parties.

When we are no longer children we are already dead.

Angela Dodson: Well, this has been real educational, but... I don't believe in the devil. John Constantine: You should... He believes in you.

o que mais nos faz sofrer talvez seja justamente a relevância excessiva que atribuímos à nossa presença no mundo, pois essa relevância é a pedra de fundação de todas nossas obstinadas repetições, é graças a ela que insistimos em ser sempre "iguais a nós mesmos" (sendo que, no caso, essa expressão não tem um sentido positivo).

It just goes to show. There's ten people in the world and the rest is ghosts and mirrors.

Love is not proud. Love has no real name. Love is for life itself, and we have life.

The funny thing about life is that it's slowly ending, every second of every day, but it's the fear of ending that drives us the most to live.

We live in a society of ants, where working and reproducing represent the ultimate objective of the human experience. Work is the opiate of the people; will children be their consolation? A society where life consists of earning a living and raising your kids is a society with no future, since it has no dreams. Having a child is the best possible way to avoid asking what the meaning of life is, as everything revolves around that child, who is a marvellous substitute for the existential quest.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.

There is no God and we are his prophets.

He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.

Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

Your heart's desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.

The point is there ain't no point.

We're beings toward death, we're featherless, two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and feces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms. That's us.

Anti-theism presupposes Theism

I hold that belief in God is not merely as reasonable as other belief, or even a little or infinitely more probably true than other belief; I hold rather that unless you believe in God you can logically believe in nothing else

It isn't dying I'm afraid of, it isn't that at all; I know what it is to die, I've died already. It is the endless obliteration, the knowledge that there will never be anything else. That's what I can't stand, to try so hard and to end in nothing. You know what I mean, don't you? ... I really loved to write.

She passed through them without a glance. The living have no time to look at death; they cannot see it even if they try.

Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is an absence of consciousness. And God, she reflected, ordered the grave for all of us; but God didn't order such burrows in a third-class New York City Hotel.

let us beware of the mistakes that C. S. Lewis described in Screwtape Letters. He says, "There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence, the other is to believe and to feel an unhealthy interest in them! They themselves are equally pleased by both errors, and they hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight." We have a