Quotes About Existence

My child, I don't know where people go when they die, but I know where they stay.

But I can't pretend I don't know how little the goodwill of even the best surgeon can accomplish against the workings of fate. A man's hands are rooted firmly in the earth, Angela. God, if he exists, is behind our backs.

How can this beautiful world contain such ugliness as I have seen?

have maintained a rather personal interest in one specific aspect of the rich heritage that Freud bestowed upon us, namely, his emphasis on the fact that a lifelong, albeit diminishing, emotional dependence on the mother is a universal truth of human existence.

We are because God is

God," he said, "is a circle whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.

Can we apply this expression to our own belief in the reality of God in our lives and our world? As

But they are not risks of our own making, and we cannot make the danger vanish by pretending that it does not exist. We must be prepared to meet that danger with sober self-restraint and calm and judicious action if we are to be successful in our leadership for peace.

In a world of unlimited possibilities, there is always the possibility that there are no possibilities.

And my eyes! I see through hourglass pupils and therefore I see time-as it affects all things. Even as I look at you now, Tanis," the mage whispered, "I see you dying, slowly, by inches. And so I see every living thing.

I read somewhere that all this - the people, the animals, the mountains, the rivers - is just God dreaming. I wish he'd wake the fuck up.

Nights and days came and passed And summer and winter and the rain. And it was good to be a little Island. A part of the world and a world of its own All surrounded by the bright blue sea.

Only in us do the dead live. Water flows downhill through us. The sun cools in our bones. We are joined with all living in one singing web of energy. In us live the dead who made us. In us live the children unborn. Breathing each other's air, drinking each other's water, eating each other's flesh, we grow like a tree from the earth.

Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment.

That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.

We gaze up at the same stars, the sky covers us all, the same universe encompasses us. What does it matter what practical system we adopt in our search for the truth? Not by one avenue only can we arrive at so tremendous a secret. —SYMMACHUS, 384 C.E.

She knew she oughtn't to scold but she couldn't bear such a hyperbole. People couldn't live without food and air or shelter and money. Romantic love was an extra, nice if it came along, but definitely superfluous to the main requirements of existence.

They were described variously as majestic, Herculean, and as one of the Smithsonian Institution's first ethnographers put it, "as fine a race of men physically, perhaps, as there is in existence."14 They painted their faces coal black, with a red streak from the hairline to the chin, and were known for their tattooing and face painting, on both men and women, which communicated everything from military might to grief over the loss of a child.

Der sichtbare Zerfall ist Ausdruck für die Loslösung aus dieser Welt.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on, walking towards utopia, which may not exist, on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.

On n'est pas libre tant qu'on désire, qu'on veut, qu'on craint, peut-être tant qu'on vit.

Schopenhauer once put it, we insist on living our lives "with great interest and much solicitude as long as possible, just as we blow out a soap-bubble as long and as large as possible, although with the perfect certainty that it will burst.

Lacan is concerned with lack as the ontological underpinning of human existence.