Quotes About Existence

Every bird in the air came from a thought of God, and so did I.

Just because I didn't create the plan didn't mean a plan didn't exist.

Take a breath, look around, a voice seemed to be whispering. None of this is here by accident, and neither are you.

How odd, isn't it, that in the end, life comes to surviving more than living.

She said every bird in the air came from a thought of God, and so did I.

Some things just are, because they are. Because God made them that way.

this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones— I live here.

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom: as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious

Todo momento de encontrar es un perderse a sí mismo.

Real life ... it was an ambiguous world, where actions sometimes had no meaning, where chaos reigned and no one was allowed to see the big picture, only their small portion of it.

Life is short. Eternity is long.

I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I've lived longing for your every look ever since. The longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body I loved you before I as born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I've been lonely for you from that instant.

And of all the rooms in my childhood, God was the largest and most empty.

O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat not only the skin, but the shade, not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into the round jubilance of peach. There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

I think we make a big mistake about ghosts,' he said suddenly. 'We think they are from the past. We think they are all dead. But they are alive. And some of them are not even born yet. They are travellers.' 'Travellers?

My belief is that when you die, that's it. As a mature person, one should accept that. But despite the total absence of concrete evidence, billions on this planet are convinced there is more. Most curious.

From Joe Gardener's Notebook "You are taste and smell and feeling of pen on paper, you are perfect- Do you know how perfect you are? .. I am nothing but a pair of eyes, waiting to be looked into

Magritte presents ordinary objects in impossible contexts. He challenges us to our place in relation to the world: our own humanity.

Magritte presents ordinary objects in impossible contexts. He challenges us to consider our place in relation to the world: our own humanity.

And that was the thing: you couldn't just stand there gawking at the world. A car slipped by. Then another. It was as if she'd stood frozen by the river of the world and gratefully stepped back into it, resuming her place... The world waited, cold, grim, alive, beautiful. There was no saying no to it.

Of course I believe in aliens. I think it's very egocentric to think that there's nothing else with intelligence in the whole universe.

Lumea nu merit? sacrificiul de a tr?i pentru ea, cu atât mai pu?in de a muri.

God is the place of spirits, as spaces are the places of bodies.

This also shows wherein the identity of the same man consists, viz. in participation of the same continued life by particles of matter successively united to the same organized body.