Quotes About Existence

Past and future were myths. The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it, the future would have turned into the present. The present was all there was. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present was fickle. It could only be caught by letting go.

Past and future were myths. The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it the future would have turned into the present.

Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

Every universe exists over every other universe. Like a million pictures on tracing paper, all with slight variations within the same frame.

No men and women in heaven?" he heard a soldier behind him grumble. "If I ain't a man anymore, how's that different from just being dead?

Something else that puzzles me about other people is that a lot of them don't know their purpose in life. This usually does bother them—more than not being able to remember being born, anyway—but I can't even imagine it. Part of knowing who I am is knowing why I am, and I've always known who I am, from the first moment.

We count the hours: these dreams of ours, false and hollow, Shall we go hence and find they are not dead?

I keep saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, you are as obscure as life is.

This truth--to prove, and make thine own: Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone.

What is the course of the life Of mortal men on the earth?-- Most men eddy about Here and there--eat and drink, Chatter and love and hate, Gather and squander, are raised Aloft, are hurl'd in the dust, Striving blindly, achieving Nothing; and, then they die-- Perish; and no one asks Who or what they have been, More than he asks what waves In the moonlit solitudes mild Of the midmost Ocean, have swell'd, Foam'd for a moment, and gone.

Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.

Yes, in the sea of life enisled,With echoing straits between us thrown,Dotting the shoreless watery wild,We mortal millions live alone.

The world in which we live and moveOutlasts aversion, outlasts love:Outlasts each effort, interest, hope,Remorse, grief, joy.

We mortal millions live alone.

Yes: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone .

In mystery our soul abides.

Is there no life, but these alone? Madman or slave, must man be one?

How generally, with how many of us, are the main concerns of life limited to these two: the concern for making money, and the concern for saving our souls!

What if nobody was still around who even faintly remembered your past life there? In that case, your entire existence upon the planet Earth held no more lasting meaning than a random pebble tossed into a pond: the few ripples were soon gone, leaving no mark. In a zero-sum world, your life might as well not have been lived.

The past is always just a memory; the future, just a dream. The only real moment is the Now.

Creation is all space, all time - all things past, present, and future.

Do not confuse beauty with beautiful. Beautiful is a human judgment. Beauty is All. The difference is everything.

Human beings are midway between the size of a living cell and the size of Earth.

There are some questions that we all ask ourselves in different ways: Who am I? Who is God? What am I here for? What matters most? What matters least? What are my unique talents and abilities? What will my contribution be? What happens when we die?