Quotes About Existence

Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn't be.

Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

You can divide infinity an infinite number of times, and the resulting pieces will still be infinitely large," Uresh said in his odd Lenatti accent. "But if you divide a non-infinite number an infinite number of times the resulting pieces are non-infinitely small. Since they are non-infinitely small, but there are an infinite number of them, if you add them back together, their sum is infinite. This implies any number is, in fact, infinite.

Our language is rich with implication, so it is easier for us to accept the existence of things that cannot be explained. The Lethani is the greatest of these.

Somos algo más que las partes que nos conforman,

You can´t prove nonexistence".

Así que, sí, hasta cierto punto aquellas dos cosas bastarían para fabricar jabón. Pero ¿no sería espantoso? ¿No sería terrible vivir rodeada de la descarnada y cruda vacuidad de las cosas que, sencillamente, bastaban para algo?

He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

How terrible to be surrounded by the stark sharp hollowness of things that simply were enough.

Algunas eran amargas; otras, dulces. Algunas no eran prácticamente nada. Así es como son las cosas.

that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

But only a fool claims there is no such thing as love.

Does this seem to be a place that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

I am. We are. She is. He was. They will be.

He looks as if he were three or four; looks just like one of those unapproachable, incomprehensible, willful little prehuman creatures, who in their ostensible innocence think only of themselves, who want to subordinate the whole world to their despotic will, and would do it, too, if one let them pursue their megalomaniacal ways and did not apply the strictest pedagogical principles to guide them to a disciplined, self-controlled, fully human existence.

For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darkness and in total silence and in total immobility, he sat on his horse blanket at the end of the stony corridor, his back resting on the rock slide, his shoulders wedged between the rocks and enjoyed himself.

Siempre había creído que era del mundo en general de lo que tenia que apartarse, pero ahora lo veía claro no se trataba del mundo, si no de los seres humanos. Al parecer, en el mundo, en el mundo sin hombres, la vida era soportable

se decidió contra el amor y a favor de la vida. Dadas las circunstancias, ésta solo era posible sin aquél, y si él hubiera exigido ambas cosas, no cabe duda que habría parecido sin tardanza.

Es war aber nicht die Welt, es waren die Menschen. Mit der Welt, so schien es, der menschenleeren Welt, ließ es sich leben.

Por un momento, durante unos segundos, durante toda una eternidad, según se le antojó a él, el tiempo se dobló o desapareció por completo, porque ya no sabía si ahora era ahora y aquí era aquí, o ahora era entonces y aquí era allí

He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

It was as if he had been born a second time; no, not a second time, the first time, for until now he had merely existed like an animal with a most nebulous self-awareness.

It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge.