Quotes About Existence

I lie along the body of this life,all night stilling my breath to listen to breath,feeling its weight heavy against my weight.

I want to tell my friends how beautiful / the world is. Not but what they know / it is terrible too--they know as well as I; / but nevertheless, I want to tell my friends. / Because they are. And this is what they are; / and because it is and this is what it is. / You are my friend. The world is beautiful. / Dear friend, you are. I want to tell you so.

Reality is what we are ignorant of.

In cosmos and microcosmos scale can be/so great and be so small/neither can stay believable, each/cancels the other out and we, too big/for one an unapparent otherwise/live self-scaled lives where we are as if we were./Bring some words together toward a real.

What we are watching now as though it were real is shadows thrown on the back of the screen by lights and puppeteers behind it whose they are we." - Whose They Are We

But if you don't have the name of a thing, it is still the thing.

Many humans remain obsessed with the existence of hell. Their concepts are often primitive and heavily influenced by their religions. The

Become aware that creation in your life occurs only in the present moment.

that core essence that dwells beyond our chattering mind.

At death this fixed self-identity

Out-of-body exploration provides substantial evidence that we are evolving beyond the dense limits of matter. Is it not possible that some other species may have already achieved this evolutionary leap? I contend that all life-forms are slowly evolving beyond the need for biological form. Eventually we will recognize and consciously explore our multidimensional nature and take our place in the magnificent thought-responsive realities of the universe.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God the herdsman treads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.

Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.

Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?

But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

What is clearest, most memorable and important about art is its coming into being, and the world's best works of art, while telling of very diverse matters, are really telling about their birth.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made...

beauty' is related not to 'loveliness' but to a state in which reality plays a part.