Quotes About Existence

mas um Deus que fizesse tudo que julgamos correto e bom não seria o criador do universo. Seria nossa marionete. Não seria Deus.

Every day you are closer to your death. You are half-dead already. Where does your identity come from?

But I was born today, and isn't it funny how no ones gets to remember that moment and who was there? It's all what's told to you. You're here now. You are a mother to me.

I once heard somebody express surprise that instead of following it onward one should not take a cut across Time to secure a moment which, stretching out in line with oneself, would last indefinitely.

It will be as if we never existed if our history cannot be read.

Her worst terrors came during the night. She could believe in herself in daylight, but alone in the pitch-blackness of the cellar she doubted her very existence. However hard she strained to see the walls and the floor, even her hand before her face, there was only darkness. And the darkness was more alive than she was.

There is an underbelly of terror to all life. It is suffering, it is hurt. Deep within all of us are intense fears that have left few of us whole. Life's terrors haunt us, attack us, leave ugly cuts. To buffer ourselves, we dwell on beauty, we collect things, we fall in love, we desperately try to make something lasting in our lives. We take beauty as the only worthwhile thing in this existence, but it cannot veil cursing, violence, randomness, and injustice.

We create the world and ourselves;

Every day passes whether you participate or not.

No vinc d'enlloc i escric per sobreviure. Desfaig camins perquè no sé dreceres

classroom. Instead of saying you're born, you live, you die, Hinduism says you're born, you learn, and you're reborn—this is the idea of samsara. Everything you do, think, and feel creates

It lasts, and will last forever, because God loves it. Everything that is has its being through the love of God.

Sometimes God feels very far away, and so we long for God. Not because we believe that God and self are ultimately existentially separate, but because here in the midst of our relative reality our souls yearn to return to where we come from: Absolute Love.

The truth is neither good nor bad. It is above evil. Above morality. It doesn't offer anything besides itself.

I was wondering if my life, the life in which I had a son and a beautiful, young girlfriend, could exist outside of the hospital. Or was the hospital its container? Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

The word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder.

I felt like I could do this forever, because nothing mattered more than anything else.

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little.

And it struck me that maybe True magazine had been wrong. Maybe there are no New Men. Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living deserve each other and are equal to each other.

Food seemed impossibly strange. Children thought I was a child and tried to play with me, but I could neither play nor work, I could only wonder why. Why do people live at all.

Just a sec. Just two months. Just a lifetime. Just a sec.

It's a wonderful profession, and it opens lots of doors, and I think it's quite right that people can accuse actors and actresses of being dilettante, but you learn on every job, whatever it is, the process moves you on in some way, and yeah, I want to expand my knowledge of our existence, I suppose.