Quotes About Existence

I couldn't say who I am, I haven't the remotest notion of myself; I am someone without antecedents, without a history, without a country, and on that I insist!

History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

Dead, we become the lumber of the world, And to that mass of matter shall be swept Where things destroyed with things unborn are kept.

Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down, we don't move; today is today, always is today.

If God is God, he is the God of reality and facts and science and history.

History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

Even David Hume, one of history most famous skeptics, said it's just barely possible that God exists.

I have no history but the length of my bones.

Any given thing on the face of the earth could reveal the history of all things

I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.

We humans appear on the cosmic calendar so recently that our recorded history occupies only the last few seconds of the last minute of December 31st.

That's why history is not an answer to our problem, because history complicates, enlarges every problem of human existence. Now, the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries didn't believe this.

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening.

We cannot help living in history. We can only fail to be aware of it.

Since God himself cannot change the past, He is obliged to tolerate the existence of historians.

Now I know why I'm here. Not for a closer look at the moon, but to look back at our home, the Earth.

Recognize, you ARE Home. Not, you are 'at home'... you ARE Home. Not, you have 'come home'... you ARE Home. You are that which IS Home.

Contemplation and wisdom are highest achievements and man is not totally at home with them.

When you die, you don't go to sleep. You go home to nonphysical reality, and you are very much awake.

Traveling to swimming meets took me beyond my small-town existence, gave me a hint of the exciting world outside of my own home.

Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

When your consciousness is directed outward, mind and world arise. When it is directed inward, it realises its own Source and returns home into the Unmanifested.

We would like only, for once, to get to where we are already.