Quotes About Existence

Nothingness is staring you in the face. Utter and permanent oblivion. You will cease to be. To be, Jack. The dier accepts this and dies. The killer, in theory, attempts to defeat his own death by killing others. He buys time, he buys life. - Murray (WN 291)

They know him at molecular level. He lives in them like chains of matter that determine who they are.

A surface separates inside from out and belongs no less to one than the other.

Everything is supposed to be something. But it never is. That's the nature of existence.

World is supposed to mean something that's self-contained. Everything enters something else. My days spill into light-years. This is why I can only pretend to be someone. And this is why I felt derived at first, working on these pages. I didn't know if it was me that was writing so much as someone I want to sound like.

If you could stretch a given minute, what would you find between its unstuck components? Probably some kind of astral madness. A bleak comprehension of the final size of things.

There's just so much time set aside for baffled reaction. I believe we've reached the limit.

Time and death: It's the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It's just what's there. It was not something I planned to do.

Maybe this man experiences another kind of reality where he is here and there, before and after, and he moves from one to the other shatteringly, in a state of collapse, minus an identity, a language, a way to enjoy the savor of the honey-coated toast she watches him eat.

Her sweat is a rank reminder, the only one, that she exists, that she is separate from the things that surround her.

You knew her for years and I knew her for minutes. It comes to the same thing. These matters have to be assessed in the light of eternity.

Was he at the movies to see a movie, she said, or maybe more narrowly, more essentially, simply to be at the movies?

I had not yet learned to appreciate the slowly gliding drift of identical things; chunks of time spun past me like meteorites in a universe predicated on repetition.

Where do you live? In the hearts of men, Sullivan said.

Rocks are, but they do not exist.' After a pause I said, "I came across this statement when I was in college and forgot it until very recently. 'Man alone exists. Rocks are, but they do not exist. Trees are, but they do not exist. Horses are, but they do not exist.'

It just means you are the sum total of your data. No man escapes that.

Tutto dovrebbe essere qualcosa. Ma non lo è mai. È la natura dell'esistenza.

Is cyberspace a thing within the world or is it the other way around? Which contains the other, and how can you tell for sure?

The mountains here contained a sense of time, geologic time. They lay in embryo, a process unfolding, or a shriveled dying perhaps. They had the look of naked events.

Tyle w nich by?o chrze?cija?stwa. I tak niewiele z Chrystusa.

He told me that I hadn't done anything yet. Hadn't lived yet. All you do is pass the time, he said.

Once you live in the street, there's nothing but the street.

History is the angle at which realities meet.

To men at this remove, it is as though things exist in their particular physical form in order to reveal the hidden simplicity of some powerful mathematical truth.