Quotes About Existence

They could not do much themselves. Except live, forever.

There is no must to the life of a mortal, except death.

We were all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

This, and this and this and this.

His skin is familiar as my own beneath my fingers. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Estoy hecho de recuerdos I am made of memories

Soy aire y pensamiento, y nada puedo hacer.

But how is there glory in taking a life? We die so easily.

Circe, he says, it will be alright. [...] and somehow, I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Are you always so suspicious?' 'What can I say?' He held out his palms. 'The world is an ugly place. We must live in it.

He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Hayat?m çamurdan ve derinlikten olu?uyordu ama ben o karanl?k sular?n bir parças? de?ildim. O sular?n içindeki bir varl?kt?m

This and this and this

this is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. this is what it means to be alive. (circle 385)

He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth, and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Every day you awaken, the day before you is a mystery, that is the mystery of life -Maggie Bayliss

I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

WHAT IT IS It is what it is. But what is it? What it is— Some soft tautology whose terms are touch Time to give, time to give it up.

The half-circle of blinding turquoise ocean is this love's primal scene. That this blue exists makes my life a remarkable one, just to have seen it.

It is very unhappy, but too late to be helped, the discovery we have made that we exist," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Empirically speaking, we are made from star stuff. Why aren't we talking more about that? Materials never leave this world. They just keep recycling, recombining. That's what you kept telling me when we met--that in a real, material sense, what is made from where . I didn't have a clue what you were talking about, but I could see you burned for it. I wanted to be near that burning. I still don't understand, but at least now my fingers ride the lip.

We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate on them well," wrote Emerson. Is it true? If so, who can bear to believe it?

A]fter all, what does it mean for pain to be 'memorable'? You're either in pain or you're not. And it isn't the pain that one forgets. It's the touching death part. As the baby might say to its mother, we might say to death: I forget you, but you remember me.

The joke of evolution is that it is a teleology without a point, that we, like all animals, are a project that issues in nothing. But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don't know. I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.