Quotes About Existence

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.

I needed death in order to believe I was living, an atmosphere of death much more real and personal than anything the newspapers can offer.

I want to die and be finished forever. Don't you want to die?" he said. "I don't know." "What's the point of living if we don't die at the end of it?" In

No sense of the irony of human existence, that we are the highest form of life on earth and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

But it can't be true that he drifts from one reality to another, independent of the logic of time. This is not possible. You are made out of time. This is the force that tells you who you are. Close your eyes and feel it. It is time that defines your existence.

All human existence is a trick of light.

What's the point in living if we don't die at the end of it?

She is beginning to think it is possible that all creation is a spurt of blank matter that chances to make an emerald planet here, a dead star there, with random waste between.

Sometimes I think everything I've done since those years, everything around me in fact, I don't know if you feel this way but everything is vaguely—what—fictitious.

We can't do justice to our dreams, reworking them in memory. They seem borrowed, part of another life, ours only maybe and only in the farthest margins.

Every lost moment is the life. It's unknowable, except to us, each of us inexpressibly...

There's less and less for people to talk to when they talk to me. I hope diminishing existence isn't contagious.

I moonlight, except there's nothing I'm moonlighting from. Moonlight is all that's out there.

Why try to describe it? It's enough to say that everything in our field of vision seems to exist in order to gather the light of this event.

Their true lives lie below, even now beginning to reassemble themselves, calling this very flesh out of the air, in mail waiting to be opened, in telephones ringing and paper work on office desks, in the chance utterance of a name.

No weakening of the spirit. No sense of the irony of human existence, that we are the highest form of life on earth and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

Only the fiercest risks make existence possible.

It was like a class project in the structure of reality.

I moonlight except that there's nothing I'm moonlighting from. Moonlight is all that's out there.

The golden age is early infancy. Soon after this the corruption of the erotic instinct takes place. In a very short time everything falls apart. The solidarity of opposites is completely shattered. Before you've learned to put two words together, you are mired in an existence full of essential dichotomies.

How deep is time? How far down into the life of matter do we have to go before we understand what time is?

We are the sum total of our data, I told her, just as we are the sum total of our chemical impulses. I

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.

Nie mam cia?a. Jestem umys?em, ?wiadomo?ci?, samotny w wielkiej przestrzeni.