Quotes About Existence

And he had all the Time in the world…

When reading, one needs to remember that poets and philosophers are not prescribing courses of action but exploring aspects of existence.

This is the only moment we can experience.

She wanted to do this, too, but was afraid. I supported her totally and explained, "There is nobody like you. Just be yourself." I said, "Do it for the fun of it. There are people out there looking for exactly what you have to offer. Let them know you exist.

It's good to be reminded now and then that such things exist." "What things?" "Beauty. Peace." She held his eyes. "Goodness. But they're fragile and can so easily disappear, unless people are willing to do what's necessary to defend them.

Have you noticed that more people seem to be dying than are being born? Bean asked, handing the section to Finney, who took it and nodded solemnly. "That means there's more for those of us still here." He handed the section back. "I don't want more," said Bean. "You will.

We love life, thought Reine-Marie as she watched Ruth and Rosa sitting side by side, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. Nietzsche. How Armand would kid her if he knew she was quoting Nietzsche, even to herself.

At this discovery Matthew Croft's legs gave way and he sank to the cold concrete floor, to a place no rhyming verse existed. He had finally been hurt beyond poetry.

It seemed Yolande had become so self-absorbed she no longer existed. She'd finally absorbed herself.

And now it is now, and the dark thing is here.

he walked back home, pausing to marvel at the stars. Many of which no longer existed. Just their light." Chapter 10 · Page 87 · Location 1533

The ways of the Creator, he knew, were hard to fathom. But not nearly as hard as the ways of the created.

Perhaps I am dead. I wonder how you would know? If you died in your sleep and woke up dead, who would let you know?

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it.

I've had the chance to do something that's worth my being alive.

I am perfectly confident that I could never adequately convey to any other human being the precise reasons why I continue to refrain from suicide--the reasons, that is, why I still find existence enough of a compensation to atone for its dominantly burthensome quality.

You see them? You see the things that float and flop about you and through you ever moment of your life? You see the creatures that form what men call the pure air and the blue sky? Have I not succeeded in breaking down the barrier; have I not shown you worlds that no other living men have seen?

Custom had dinned into his ears a superstitious reverence for that which tangibly and physically exists, and had made him secretly ashamed to dwell in visions.

It is the night-black Massachusetts legendry which packs the really macabre "kick". Here is material for a really profound study in group-neuroticism; for certainly, no one can deny the existence of a profoundly morbid streak in the Puritan imagination.

As human beings, our only sensible scale of values is one based on lessening the agony of existence.

The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them.

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

The unknown ... became for our primitive forefathers a terrible and omnipotent source of boons and calamities visited upon mankind for cryptic and wholly extra-terrestrial reasons, and thus clearly belonging to spheres of existence whereof we know nothing and wherein we have no part.