Quotes About Existence

Il libro dovrebb'essere la controparte scritta del mondo non scritto; la sua materia dovrebbe essere ciò che non c'è né potrà esserci se non quando sarà scritto, ma di cui ciò che c'è sente oscuramente il vuoto nella propria incompletezza.

Brzask] jest to pora, kiedy przedmioty trac? konsystencj? cienia, jak? darzy?a je noc, i odzyskuj? po trochu w?a?ciwe sobie barwy; ale najpierw przechodz? jeszcze przez co? niby stref? po?redni?, niejasn?, zaledwie mu?ni?te czy raczej otoczone doko?a ?wiat?em: o tej porze mniej ni? kiedykolwiek ma si? pewno?? istnienia ?wiata.

But Ludmilla is always at least one step ahead of you. "I like to know that book exists that I will still be able to read…" she says, sure that existent objects, concrete albeit unknown, must correspond to the strength of her desire. How can you keep up with her, this woman who is always reading another book besides the one before her eyes, a book that does not yet exist, but which, since she wants it, cannot fail to exist?

Agilulfo trascina un morto e pensa:"[...]E' vero che chi esiste ci mette sempre anche un qualcosa, una impronta particolare, che a me non riuscirà mai di dare. Ma se il loro segreto è qui, in questo succo di trippe, grazie, ne faccio a meno. Questa valle di corpi nudi che si disgregano non mi fa più ribrezzo del carnaio del genere umano vivente.

l'arte di scriver storie sta nel saper tirare fuori da quel nulla che si è capito della vita tutto il resto. ma finita la pagina si riprende la vita e ci s'accorge che quel che si sapeva è proprio un nulla.

in short, life would be maintained as it had gone on till then, in its achieved, perfect forms, without metamorphoses or additions with dubious outcome, and every individual would be able to develop his own nature, to arrive at the essence of himself and of all things.

Because in this way all I did was to accumulate past after past behind me, multiplying the pasts, and if one life was too dense and ramified and embroiled for me to bear it always with me, imagine so many lives, each with its own past and the pasts of the other lives that continue to become entangled one with the others.

Man is simply the best chance we know of that matter has had of providing itself with information about itself.

The living of Laudomia frequent the house of the unborn to interrogate them: footsteps echo beneath the hollow domes; the questions are asked in silence; and it is always about themselves that the living ask, not about those who are to come.

Il senso d'isolamento lo si prova soltanto durante il tragitto da un luogo all'altro, cioè quando non si è in nessun luogo.

I desideri sono già ricordi.

Ma già le navi stano scomparendo all'orizzonte e io rimasi qui, in questo nostro mondo pieno di responsabilità e di fuochi fatui.

Praise be to the stars that implode. A new freedom opens up within them: annulled from space, exonerated from time, existing, at last, for themselves alone and no longer in relation to all the rest, perhaps only they can be sure they really exist.

a ?ycie to tylko tarzanie si? mi?dzy ?ó?kiem a trumn? [...]

I thought only of the Earth. It was the Earth that caused each of us to be that someone he was rather than someone else; Up there wrested from the earth, it was as if I were no longer that I, nor she that She for me.

La página tiene utilidad sólo cuando le das la vuelta y está detrás la vida que empuja y desordena todas las hojas del libro.

KUBLAI: We have proved that if we were here, we would not be. POLO: And here, in fact, we are.

Anyway, the conclusion to which all stories come is that the life a person has led is one and one alone, uniform and compact as a shrunken blanket where you can't distinguish the fibers of the weave.

A obra literária é uma dessas mínimas porções nas quais o existente se cristaliza numa forma, adquire um sentido, que não é fixo, nem definido, nem enrijecido numa imobilidade mineral, mas tão vivo quanto um organismo.

Y ella se abandona a la corriente de la lectura como al único acto de vida posible en un mundo donde no queda sino arena árida sobre capas de betún oleoso y peligro de muerte por razón de Estado y reparto de fuentes de energía...

poor, frail universe, born of nothing, all we are and do resembles you.

O certo é que os lixeiros são acolhidos como anjos e a sua tarefa de remover os restos da existência do dia anterior é circundada de um respeito silencioso, como um rito que inspira a devoção, ou talvez apenas porque, uma vez que as coisas são jogadas fora, ninguém mais quer pensar nelas.

If time has to end, it can be described, instant by instant," Palomar thinks, "and each instant, when described, expands so that its end can no longer be seen." He decides that he will set himself to describing every instant of his life, and until he has described them all he will no longer think of being dead. At that moment he dies.

Is it enough to say you would like to live several lives simultaneously?