Quotes About Existence

How men are like little ants on the crust of the earth, busying themselves with all that is so important, but their lives and industry are just a blink in geological time, really. Borrowed time at that. Mother Earth has only to shrug a shoulder in her sleep, and all the little men and houses go tumbling and scattering, and the men go fleeing for safer sanctuary.

It's ironic that when I was alive, all I thought about was death.

I love knowing that I am simultaneously as big as the universe and yet merely a heap of star dust.

She could stand to think that life's experiences, good and bad, died with the body, but she couldn't bear to believe that the dreams vanished too, those exquisite flights of reverie that never actually happened. All those experiences you can have for free. How could they burn and turn to ash? She would disappear one day, too, both her flesh and the woman she dreamed herself to be.

Darkness isn't a hole you hide in; it's the cosmos.

Darkness isn't a hole you hide in; it's the cosmos.

We live days and weeks and months and years with so little awareness of life. We wait for the bad things that wake us up and shock our systems. But every now and then, on the most average day, it occurs to you that this is it. This is all there is.

You only live once, right? Not true, Quinn said, you live every day. You only die once.

There are three stages of life: 1. Birth. 2. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? 3. Death.

I don't have a nervous system, I am a nervous system...

When it comes to the meaning of space and time the difficulty we have is not surprising, for we are ourselves imprisoned within them, and it is hard to free our minds from their confines and 'see' reality from the outside.

But it would be naïve to think that this extraordinary success has drawn us ever closer to comprehending a reality of things-in-themselves

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.

There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.

Souls, I said. I mean, you always wonder if they're real. Even if you believe in them, you still have to wonder: Is my existence just this body? Is there really something more? Do I really have a soul? Uriel's smile blossomed again. You've got it backward, Harry, he said. You are a soul. You have a body.

Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

No matter where you go, there you are. [- Uriel to Harry Dresden]

There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect. A hundred million things had to happen, to all come together at the same time, for such moments to come into existence -- so many things that it beggars imagination to think that they could possibly have happened by random chance. This was one of them.

You've got it backward, Harry," he said. "You are a soul. You have a body.

Death isn't when your body stops working. It's when there's no more future. When you can't see past right now, because you stopped believing in tomorrow.

I've heard that nature abhors a vacuum—though if that's true, then I can't figure why about ninety-nine zillion percent of creation is vacuum.

Truth does not become untruth simply because its existence upsets the scion of a High House.

Life?" I suggested. She shrugged. "Desire. Loneliness. Joy. Pain." "Life," I said.