Quotes About Existence

Egyptians believed that the first and most necessary ingredient in the universe was chaos. It could sweep you away, but it was also the place from which all things start anew.

What was the point of having a life if you never had the chance to live it?

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

Think of it as a parallel universe. But maybe it's the real one, and we're in a dream.

There may or may not be a God, but if there is one, I wouldn't want to have him over for dinner.

Relativity propped it up, at least gave it the illusion of being there … the way all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity. Or Buddhism. Or get drafted.

Life is a bunch of cells walking around with a common purpose.

You live, you die, they throw you on the compost heap. Then you live again, without the inconvenience of consciousness.

PÃ…â"¢edstava, že bychom se mÄ›li odebrat na v??nost kv?li nÄ›jaké chybÄ› na tÃ…â"¢icátém desetinném místÄ›, které se dopustil neznámý programátor, se mi v?bec nelíbila.

Oh, stop. You live, you die, they throw you on the compost heap. Then you live again, without the inconvenience of consciousness.

all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity. Or Buddhism. Or get drafted.

gave it the illusion of being there … the way all reality becomes illusory and observer-oriented when you study general relativity. Or Buddhism. Or get drafted.

I am; I was. I want to be.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

We are like blades of grass or trees of the forest, creations of the universe, of the spirit of the universe, and the spirit of the universe has neither life nor death. Vanity is the only obstacle to life.

It is both good and horrible to talk with Death when you know he's sitting at your table.

How's life?" "That's the stupidest question I've ever heard.

What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? And so he stares for an hour or so at all her notes, at the poorly sketched drawings for an art movement that has now come to an end, and realizes how there are all these moments, moments just like this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.

Analysis of her modus vivendi (how she lived)

Only our memories allow that some people ever existed. That they mattered, or mattered too much.

Look in the mirror and decide once and for all: Am I biological or mechanical? Is my deepest essence a machine or not?

Szabadság nélkül nem élet az élet, nyugalom nélkül pedig nincsen szabadság.

It is greatly understated to compare humans to an absorbent sponge, a glowing fuse; they are each an innumerable harmony, a living self that has an effect on all of the forces that surround them.

I am not here to think, but to be, feel, live!...Heart! Warmth! Blood! Humanity! Life!