Quotes About Existence

That is precisely what I don't understand: if my neighbors manage to survive without killing themselves, without going mad, maintaining an interest in political parties, not yielding to despair, resolutely pursuing the fight for existence, can their griefs really be genuine? Am I wrong in thinking that these people have become such complete egoists and are so convinced that they have never once doubted themselves?

Those who wish to go on living can always manage to survive whatever obstacles there may be. That is splendid of them, and I daresay that what people call the glory of mankind is comprised of just such a thing. But I am convinced that dying is not a sin. It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue. I am wanting. It has been all I could do to stay alive up to now.

Unhappiness. There are all kinds of unhappy people in this world. I suppose it would be no exaggeration to say that the world is composed entirely of unhappy people.

Podría decirse que todavía no he comprendido lo que mantiene vivo al ser humano.

Pour moi, le monde est insondable ; c'est un lieu terrible.

Jusqu'ici, j'ai vécu dans l'enfer. Dans le monde des humains, c'est la seule chose qui me semble vraie.

pero la desdicha tambien forma parte del destino.

Life is not some kind of play!

Eu temia inclusive a Deus. Não podia crer em amor divino, apenas em punição divina. Fé. Isso, para mim, era como encarar cabisbaixo o tribunal dos céus, somente para poder receber uma chicotada de Deus. Ainda que acreditasse no inferno, por mais que tentasse, não podia acreditar na existência do céu.

Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born. Thus everyday, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something. I wish I could be glad that I was born, that I am alive, that there are people and a world.

Humans are sorry, pitiful beings. No matter whether we succeed or fail, are intelligent or dimwitted, win or lose: we will harden our expressions and exert our strength, running around sweating from morning to evening, and meanwhile only grow older.

Recently I have come to understand why such things as war, peace, unions, trade, politics exist in the world. I don't suppose you know. That's why you will always be unhappy. I'll tell you why--it is so that women will give birth to healthy babies.

This was the first time in my life that I had become aware of the existence of the wall of despair built of all the many things in the world before which human strength is helpless.

I thought, "As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn't matter how, I'll be all right". If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won't mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

Ach, ?ycie ludzkie jest zbyt ?a?osne! Rzeczywisto??, w której wszyscy my?l?, ?e lepiej by?oby si? nie urodzi?. I tak codziennie, od rana do wieczora, jedynie na co? czekam. To zbyt ?a?osne. Ach, jak?e chcia?abym si? cieszy?, ?e si? urodzi?am, cieszy? si? z ?ycia, z ludzi, z tego ?wiata!

It's just that humans are made imperfect from the very beginning.

Yalans?z bir hayat. Bu cümle zaten bir yaland?.

Burada bir insan evlad? ya??yor.

Nihayetinde, ya?amakta oldu?una göre, mutlaka bir hilen vard?r.

Speech blossoms from anxiety… words were fermented from the uncertainty of existence, like poisonous red mushrooms sprout from the rotting earth. It's true we have words of joy and pleasure, but aren't those the most unnatural and contrived of them all? Apparently, human beings experience anxiety even in the midst of joy. But in a place without anxiety, there's no need for such ignoble contrivances.

her halde, bir ?eyden emin olunabilir:?nsan, ya?amak için rol yapmak zorunda.

?insaku Takasugi "ölüm" Büyüleyici bir ?eyin olmad??? büyüleyici dünya

What is one man's life compared to the eternity of time and space? No more than a snowflake that glitters in the sun for a moment before melting into the flow of time.

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.