Quotes About Existence

If you believe it, is it real, or is it real because you believe it?

How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?

Lauren Lola, A Moment's Worth

Reality is a hallucination shared by most sane men.

I am a soul in the world: in the world of my soul the whirled light from the day the sacked land of my father.

You see things really different when your father is so intimately, so indisputably in charge of your continued existence on the planet.

I don't fear for a physical death, but when my conscience dies, that is a real death

Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.

The world began without man, and it will complete itself without him.

We should enjoy and make the most of life, not because we are in constant fear of what might happen to us in a mythical afterlife, but because we have only one opportunity to live.

The fear is simply because you are not living with life, You are living in your mind.

Fear of death is worse than death itself.

The real malady is fear of life, not of death

The root of fear is the feeling of not being what you are.

If anyone can show me ... that there is any reason - other than fear - to believe in any version of an afterlife, I'll give you my piano, one of my legs, and my wife.

Your soul will be dead even before your body: fear nothing further.

My biggest fear is losing memory because memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive is tied up in memory.

You get rid of the fear of death by understanding that it is an integral fact of our existence. You do that through will and reason.

Fear and bigotry don't need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.

How much suffering and fear, and How many harmful things are in existence? If all arises from clinging to the "I", What should I do with this great demon?

Enlightenment for a wave is the moment the wave realizes it is water. At that moment, all fear of death disappears.

There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

It is only through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; Through Art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.

Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?