Quotes About Existence

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

Don't talk to me about other worlds, separate realities, lost continents or invisible realms -- I know where I belong. Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

You just have to keep going. I mean I think our job, my job, is to keep articulating that I exist and that there are lots of people like me exist and we just have no home.

They haven't left us much to believe, have they? — even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home, or anything vaguer than a human being.

Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.

I have the honesty to say I'm an Atheist. There is nothing that supports the idea of a personal God.

At first I was iridescent, then I became transparent, finally I was absent

Integrity is the recognition of the fact that you cannot fake your consciousness, just as honesty is the recognition of the fact that you cannot fake existence.

Money lost, something lost. Honor lost, much lost. Courage lost, everything lost-better you were never born

It isn't about being or not being dead, it's about what you leave behind

Hope consists in asserting that there is at the heart of being, beyond all data, beyond all inventories and all calculations, a mysterious principle which is in connivance with me

The future has no other reality than as present hope, and the past is no more than present memory.

If we hope to live not just from moment to moment, but in true consciousness of our existence, then our greatest need and most difficult achievement is to find meaning in our lives.

In a perfect world, you and I probably wouldn't exist, so let's not hope for one.

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.

God exists because arithmetic is consistent - the Devil exists because we can't prove it!

Despair exists only when there is hope.

Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

I hope, or I could not live.

The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.

To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

What can I know? What ought I to do? What may I hope?

The atheist has no hope.