Quotes About Existence

they understand what I am and do not die

There was a kind of special-hell dimension that existed only when boredom and terror combined, because numbness never quite settles.

In the meantime, thank you for existing. At least I have one relation (other than Aunt Elizabeth) with some sense. I find it a great comfort.

To speak, to write , without charm is to make utterances without reference to a reality outside oneself. It is an act devoid of the playfulness of art, without the attractive humility of one who know absolutely that others exist and therefore feels drawn to please them, because to give them an instant of pleasure is to acknowledge their existence.

But by the time you've worked long enough, hard enough, Real Life (which insists on being capitalized as if it were a personage with a proper name and a right to barge into this rental unit called your life) begins to reveal itself as something other than effort, other than accomplishment. Real Life wishes to be left to its own purposeless devices.

To Philosophize Is to Learn to Die

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with. They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn't that worth something? He existed. Not many people in the world knew how to, even if they had the money. It really didn't take money, masses of money, it took a certain security.

The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

there are some things for which there are no answers, no matter how beautiful the words may be.

was off yanking innocent fish out of an idyllic existence in some lake

Above all, he was posing the question that has vexed philosophers for centuries: Knowing that we are going to die, how are we to live?

Every beauty -- whether of sight, sound, or taste -- has a dimension of the metaphysical. Beauty...moves us so powerfully by making us present at the creation of a world, bringing us into existence.

there are no separate lives; each life and individual character exists in relation to every other life: dead, living, yet to live.

Truth comes to us in resemblance, in shade. In moonlight. In grasping what exists through what we cannot make exist.

Women, it is said, are inferior, amoral, animal and satanic. In which case, being born is either insulting, or meaningless.

Les vies n'ont pas de sens en fait, elles vont et viennent souvent comme des tsunamis, avec le même fracas, et elles drainent des débris qui croupissent dans ta tête comme autant de reliques, qui te semblent des trésors et ne tiennent pas la position.

Death is a portal into that greater reality that can already be glimpsed in this world as an imaginative experience of the Otherworld.

Death is not the opposite of life but of birth - life is a continuous realm out of which we are born; that (as Plato says) we can dimly remember during our existence; and to which we return when we die - to that totality of life compared to which mortal existence seems but a dreamlike fragment.

Each of us is an individual manifestation of the collective world-soul … we are also and paradoxically contained by the world-soul, like droplets in the ocean.

We are constantly distilling our selves out of ourselves like fountains that gush from underground wellsprings, flash briefly in the sun, and return to their source.

There are many other worlds - but they are all in this one.

As part of the Soul of the World we are part of a cosmic dance of which it is meaningless to ask the purpose and meaning - because it is all purpose and meaning.

Let us trust God and our better judgment to set us right hereafter. United we stand, divided we fall. Let us not split into factions which must destroy that union upon which our existence hangs.