Quotes About Existence

Nearly everyone underestimates how powerful the touch of another person's hand can be. The need to be touched is something so primal, so fundamentally a part of our existence as human beings that its true impact upon us can be difficult to put into words. That power doesn't necessarily have anything to do with sex, either. From the time we are infants, we learn to associate the touch of a human hand with safety, with comfort, with love.

the beginning of wisdom is in realizing that one knows nothing, then the beginning of understanding is in realizing that all things exist in accord with a single truth: Large things are made of smaller things. Drops

There is no spoon.

Magic is essentially a force of creation, of life.

It is the nature of the universe that things remain. Nothing ever disappears completely. The very sound of Creation still echoes throughout the vast darkness: The universe remembers

I had never much believed in God. Well, that's not quite true. I believed that there was a God, or something close enough to it to warrant the name—if there were demons, there had to be angels, right? If there was a Devil, somewhere, there had to be a God. But He and I had never really seen things in quite the same terms.

Death was something that happened to everyone - only the timing is different, for each of us.

If the beginning of wisdom is in realizing that one knows nothing, then the beginning of understanding is in realizing that all things exist in accord with a single truth: Large things are made of smaller things. Drops of ink are shaped into letters, letters form words, words form sentences, and sentences combine to express thought.

You are in the world, but not to be tied to the world.

the mind has deep rivers of memory and sensation whose existence one never suspects.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.

another year has passed, or so they say, but calenders lie. They're a kind of cosmic business machine like their cousin clocks but break down at inappropriate times.

How could all this happen when there was an ocean?

You don't have to become what you already are, which is a relief.

The present passes too quickly to notice and I've never had a grip on the future, even as an idea.

I lean against the rail and think there much be such a thing as beautiful anxiety.

How can I be lost when I've never been found?

I did not want to live out my life in the strennous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tic-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foilbles...

Nous sommes imprégnés de cynisme, d'explications psychologiques ou autres, mais la vie est toujours là, ainsi que son essence inacessible, son cycle aussi sûrement installé qu'autrefois.

Søren Kierkegaard

For years now I've found the Earth haunted. Azoological beasts rage in untraceable configurations. They're called governments. Wounds made that never heal on every acre and covered with the scar tissue of our living existence. The argument at bedrock: I don't want to live on Earth but I don't want to die.

Nothing so much torments a geezer as the thought of the unlived life.

However grim the world, we are what we have evolved into.