Quotes About Existence

I don't think fear necessarily is a core human emotion, but I do think fear of death is something that is at the core of every person's existence.

To die should be the most interesting journey of all the journeys a person can take.

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

We were born to die; we were born to endure, on the way to death, sorrow-sorrow in manifold shapes.

If we were sensible we would seek death - the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

We all think we know what happens after death. But maybe it's going to be not only weird but also dorky and comic and inconsistent.

Death is a companion for all of us, whether we acknowledge it or not, whether we're aware of it or not, and it's not necessarily a terrible thing.

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

acknowledging wholeheartedly, as the enigma that it is, the pointless meaningfulness of living—

For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

the perverse senselessness of just remaining, of not going.

had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.

But there's no remaking reality

Todo es un error -le dije-. ¿No es eso lo que me has estado diciendo? No existe más que error. Ahí está el meollo del mundo. Nadie encuentra su vida. Eso es la vida.

Qué profundo es el oído! Piensa en lo que significa comprender algo que solamente has oído. ¡El carácter casi divino del oído! ¿No es por lo menos un fenómeno semidivino verte ante las inequidades más profundas de una existencia humana por el sencillo procedimiento de permanecer sentado en la oscuridad, escuchando lo que te dicen?

Pills and pain. Aldomet for my blood pressure and Zantac for my gut. A to Z. Then you die.

Il coula sans venir voir le coup, sans jamais pressentir l'issue, avide au contraire de s'assouvir encore, mais il ne se réveilla pas. Arrêt cardiaque. Il n'était plus. Affranchi de l'être, entré dans le nulle part, sans même en avoir conscience. Comme il le craignait depuis le début.

Yes, yes, yes, he felt uncontrollable tenderness for his own shit-filled life. And a laughable hunger for more. More defeat! More disappointment! More deceit! More loneliness! More arthritis! More missionaries! God willing, more cunt! More disastrous entanglement in everything. For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

Anyone with any brains understands that he is destined to lead a stupid life because there is no other kind.

All the great thoughts he had not reached were beyond enumeration; there was no bottom to what he did not have to say about the meaning of his life.

La vida es un breve periodo de tiempo durante el que estamos vivos.