Quotes About Existence

Man finds his home in a point situated in the Other beyond the image of which we are made and this place represents the absence where we are.

Renunciar a la ilusión que ve en el alma una sustancia inmaterial, no es negar su existencia, sino al contrario comenzar a reconocer la complejidad, la riqueza, la insondable profundidad de la herencia genética y cultural, así como de la experiencia personal, consciente o no, que en conjunto constituyen el ser que somos, único e irrecusable testigo de sí mismo.

À ses yeux, les mauvaises habitudes, la manies et les névroses faisaient partie intégrante de la personnalité et servaient à rompre la monotonie de l'existence.

Notre vie n'est pas derrière nous, ni avant, ni maintenant, elle est dedans.

Le Temps nous égare ! Le Temps nous étreint ! Le Temps nous est gare ! Le Temps nous est train ?

Notre Père qui êtes aux cieux. Restez-y. Et nous nous resterons sur la terrre. Qui est quelquefois si jolie...

There is small merit in mocking goodness, tweaking charity; it is much more comic to deprive people of their petty little existence for no reason at all, for a lark.

Solo me siento vivo a partir del instante en que contemplo mi existencia.

what do all the objects in the world have in common if not the fact of being- and of being nothing but- the provisional permanence of certain changes.

all that a world could be, no matter what, is, somewhere, in some way. fullness of possibles, consistency. no matter which talking head, mine for example, adjacent to my body and why not against my face, the angel's, the black shadow face itself, but all the seats are taken, all the worlds unavailable to you.

Inflation consists of subsidizing expenditures that give no returns with money that does not exist.

Venim de departe, fiecare dintre noi, pe drumuri atât de diverse încât le credem unice. Venim de departe, pentru a ajunge la prezent, pentru a îndr?zni s? ne ocup?m locul, s? ocup?m un spa?iu de via?? care nu se dezv?luie sub pa?ii no?tri, pentru a putea l?sa poate, poate, o urm? infim? a trecerii noastre pe acest P?mânt.

Death is a fiction created by people who live their lives in total unawareness. There is only life, life and life alone, moving from one dimension to another, another dimension to another.

Nothing has ever been out of place in this existence. Things have been out of place in human societies.

Your body is on loan from the planet. All the countless numbers of people who have lived on this planet before you and me have all become topsoil, and so will you. This planet will collect back atom by atom what it has loaned to you.

Most people are investing their whole lifetime just for their material well-being. Dying to live, this is called.

How the human system is happening, in the same way the universe has happened. In the same way that the micro is happening, that is how the macro has happened. If you look at the micro and perceive it, you will also know existence.

In the spiritual lore, the human body is considered supremely sacred, as this is the only mechanism that can take a being from the limited identification of the self to the unlimited, from a bounded existence to the realm of the unbounded, to the final plunge into the vastness of the Infinite.

See, when we say a "spiritual seeker," unfortunately most people assume that he is God-oriented. A spiritual seeker is not God-oriented; if Devil is the chief of existence, he wants to know that. We want to know what is true; we are not interested in proving our belief systems, because we don't have any.

Life is one kind of sound. Death is another kind of sound. Those who cannot hear the sound of death think death is silence. Death is not silence, it is just another kind of sound, but may not within the hearing range of a normal ear.

There is no such thing as death. There is only life, life, and life alone - moving from one dimension to another.

Love is your quality. Love is not what you do. Love is what you are.

If you think hundred percent logically, there is really no possibility of life.

Qué hago yo aquí? A veces se da uno cuenta, repentinamente, de que la vida es torpe y vacía, y se echa uno a reír.