Quotes About Existence

Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment.

You see, there's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.

The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.

Go through the motions, Adam." "What motions?" "Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find I've survived.

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.

It is a cosmic joke. Preoccupation with survival has set the stage for extinction.

I seem to know that there's a part of you missing. Some men can't see the color green, but they may never know they can't. I think you are only a part of a human. I can't do anything about that. But I wonder whether you ever feel that something invisible is all around you. It would be horrible if you knew it was there and couldn't see it or feel it.

It's like a life--so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found, nor much identification from shapes which symbolize continents and states.

Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It's just in their head.

The compass simply represents the ideal, present but unachievable, and sight-steering a compromise with perfection which allows your boat to exist at all.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.

Relationship Time to Aloneness. And I remember about that. Having a companion fixes you in time and that the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present, and future all flow together. A memory, a present event, and a forecast all equally present.

If there is no God, no devil, no heaven, no hell then therefore there are no rules.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

Misfortune is not fair, fate is not just, but they exist just the same.

Casy said solemnly, This here ol' man jus' lived a life an' just died out of it. I don't know whether he was good or bad, but that don't matter much. He was alive, an' that's what matters. An' now his dead, an' that don't matter...

After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people.

Why do we so dread to think of our species as a species? Can it be that we are afraid of what we may find? That human self-love would suffer too much and that the image of God might prove to be a mask? This could be only partly true, for if we could cease to wear the image of a kindly, bearded, interstellar dictator, we might find ourselves true images of his kingdom, our eves the nebulae, and universes in our cells.

There's a part of you missing. Some men can't see the color green, but they may never know they can't. I think you are only a part of a human. I can't do anything about that. But I wonder whether you ever feel that something invisible is all around you. It would be horrible if you knew it was there and couldn't see it or feel it.

and what is truth?

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be missed without being gone; to be loved without satiety. How beautiful one is and how desirable; for in a few moments one will have ceased to exist.