Quotes About Existence

It is only by chance that we are reminded of the permanent circumstances of our life.

O Socrates, the universe cannot for one instant endure to be only what it is. It is strange to think that that which is All cannot be sufficient unto itself!

Ces jours qui te semblent vides Et perdus pour l'univers Ont des racines avides Qui travaillent les déserts

As for the world, all reality has no other excuse for existence except to offer the poet the chance to play a sublime match against it -- a match that is list in advance.

Each of them, all unknowing, fairly gives its due to each chance of life, to each germ of death within itself.

Sentimentul de a fi tot si evidenta de a nu fi nimic.

Der Mensch lebt und stirbt in dem, was er sieht, aber er sieht nur was er träumt.

El viento se levanta… ¡hay que intentar vivir!

Un choc qui nous atteint dans une direction imprévue nous donne brusquement une sensation nouvelle de l'existence de notre corps en tant qu'inconnu; nous ne savions pas tout ce que nous étions, et il arrive que cette sensation brutale nous rende elle-même sensibles, par un effet secondaire, à une grandeur et à une figure inattendues de notre domaine vivant.

Ce s-ar întâmpla cu noi, f?r? ajutorul a ceea ce nu exist??

Follow the path of your aroused thought, and you will soon meet this infernal inscription: There is nothing so beautiful as that which does not exist.

At the end of the mind, the body. But at the end of the body, the mind.

Pourquoi travailler ? Parce qu'on n'éprouve plus, tant qu'on travaille, le sentiment, toujours tapi à l'arrière-plan de la conscience, qu'on mourra tôt ou tard ; et, dans mon cas, qu'on mourra bientôt.

Experience is what you have after you've forgotten who you are.

I'm in love with that girl," she said out loud in amazement, because she knew that this was a life-changing thing and life-changing things should be said aloud, should have a moment in time, and a place in the air, some molecular structure to make them real. I'm in love with that girl, she heard as it reverberated inside her head. And it was truth, she realised, as things are which you don't think, but discover have always existed.

Everyday you wake up on the right side of the dirt is a good one.

Do you think I'm only here when you look at me?

You'll see some bad things, but if you didn't see them, they'd still be happening.

There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vision of the past.

She often told herself that story, easing herself into sleep, drifting off as she patched together the ghostly memory of someone in whose real existence she hardly believed any more.

can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.

There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? —ERNEST HEMINGWAY, For Whom the Bell Tolls

The things of the world knew so much more than we did and lived them more truly. The thorn trees had no grief or fear. The constellations didn't fight or hold themselves back, nor did the translucent hook of the moon. Everything was momentary and endless.