Quotes About Existence

Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question, the same for every one of us. Science has no answer to it.

I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness.

We have no right to assume that any physical laws exist, or if they have existed up to now, that they will continue to exist in a similar manner in the future.

As a man who has devoted his whole life to the most clearheaded science, to the study of matter, I can tell you as a result of my research about the atoms this much: There is no matter as such! All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force which brings the particles of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together...We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.

We have no right to assume that any physical laws exist, or if they have existed up until now, that they will continue to exist in a similar manner in the future.

I am not nothing in the sense of emptiness, but I am the creative nothing, the nothing out of which I myself as creator create everything.

Mensch, es spukt in deinem Kopfe!

The true human being doesn't lie in the future, an object of longing, but rather it lies in the present, existing and actual. However and whoever I may be, joyful and sorrowful, a child or an old man, in confidence or doubt, asleep or awake, I am it. I am the true human being.

Man, your head is haunted; you have wheels in your head! You imagine great things, and depict to yourself a whole world of gods that has an existence for you, a spirit-realm to which you suppose yourself to be called, an ideal that beckons to you. You have a fixed idea!

Do I write out of love for human beings? No, I write because I want to give my thoughts an existence in this world; and even if I thought that these thoughts would take away your rest and peace, even if I saw the bloodiest wars and the destruction of many generations sprouting from this seed of thought: — still I would scatter it

Dem Geiste, der nach langem Mühen die Welt los geworden ist, dem weltlosen Geiste, bleibt nach dem Verluste der Welt und des Weltlichen nichts übrig, als - der Geist und das Geistige.

Now why, if one strives for freedom out of love for the I, why not choose the I itself as beginning, middle and end ? Am I not worth more than freedom? Am I not the one who makes myself free, am I not the first? Even unfree, even in a thousand fetters, still I am; and I do not, like freedom, only exist as a future thing, in hopes, but even as the most degraded slave I am also present.

Because death is meaningless, civilised life as such is meaningless.

As intellectualism suppresses belief in magic, the world's processes become disenchanted, lose the magical significance, and henceforth simply 'are' and 'happen' but no longer signify anything.

We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.

Because joy and life exist nowhere but the present.

There are no wizards and no spells. Just men and women and money and the earth the way it always was.

To the degree that we deny the gift of life, we embrace death.

I believe that each of us comes from the creator trailing wisps of glory.

I'm one of those people that thinks the Internet is amazing, and I can't believe it exists.

Vivre (tel que je l'entends) c'est exister dans une certaine conception du temps. Mais se rappeler c'est se défaire de la notion du temps. Chaque souvenir, aussi lointain soit-il, a lieu "maintenant", au moment où il apparaît dans l'esprit. Plus on se souvient d'une chose, plus le cerveau a la possibilité d'affiner l'expérience originale, car un souvenir ne se visionne pas, il se recrée.

Nature cares only that you reproduce and rear the kids. After you've done that, get out of the way.

Boj se ovna, boj se govna, a kada ?u živjeti?

Oti?i ?u jednom. Kuda? Ma kuda. Kada? Nikada. ?im ?avo preciznosti došapne vrlo odre?ena pitanja, maštanje nestaje. Ostaje tuga. Ostaje život oko nas.