Quotes About Existence

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect

There is a crisis of meaning in the world today.

Being initiated is not like receiving a diploma that you hang on your wall. It only happens when a real goal is achieved in the physical and the spiritual simultaneously—on earth as it is in Heaven. Because of that, a new form of consciousness and spiritual knowledge sprouts from the greatest depth of our existence and stays indefinitely in our being. It is a light that sprouts from the source of the superior self that will guide us until the end of the search.

If your work is your self, when you cease to work, you cease to exist.

If the gods exist, then it does not matter whether or not this is something that one knows.

You are never lost in sorrow, it seems to me, ever. You do know the way. In fact, you don't think there's any other. Sorrow seemed to me to be more like a road would through life, through the days of your life, like the old Roman ruins near the Tuileries or the rue d'Enfer -- underneath this life, but never really apart from it.

It's nothin' to me, he said. We're none of us made right for this world. But we're still here, aren't we? And

Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "We are always getting ready to live, but never living.

The first to which this character ought to be applied, is the House of Commons in Great Britain. The history of this branch of the English Constitution, anterior to the date of Magna Charta, is too obscure to yield instruction. The very existence of it has been made a question among political antiquaries. The earliest records of subsequent date prove that parliaments were to sit only every year; not that they were to be elected every year.

having one, it would not have been amiss here. A people, entering into society, surrender such a part of their natural rights, as shall be necessary for the existence of that society. They

People who have realized that this is a dream imagine that it is easy to wake up, and are angry with those who continue sleeping, not considering that the whole world that environs them does not permit them to wake. Life proceeds as a series of optical illusions, artificial needs and imaginary sensations.

Se è estremamente improbabile, infatti, che esista qualcosa di soprannaturale, è certo altrettanto difficile dimostrare che il soprannaturale non esiste. Gli eventi naturali dell'esistenza e quelli inesplicabili sembrano in realtà combinarsi in un unico mitico processo, che costituisce il vero e proprio spettacolo del mondo. Comunque, negare l'esistenza dell'ignoto non è più legittimo che farne l'oggetto di un atto di fede.

In verità, qual è l'uomo che osa dire: "Questo è passato e quello è ancora da venire, questa è realtà e quello è un sogno, questa è una cosa e quella è un'altra"! Ma ogni tanto un lembo del velo che nasconde i misteri della vita si muove, e uno sguardo portentoso ci è concesso, dietro le apparenze che ci circondano.

We live in an ocean of air like fish in a body of water. By our breathing we are attuned to our atmosphere. If we inhibit our breathing we isolate ourselves from the medium in which we exist. In all Oriental and mystic philosophies, the breath holds the secret to the highest bliss.

If being is what life is all about, why are we so afraid of it? Why is it so difficult for us to "let go and just be"?

The physicist's picture of the world encompasses the entire sweep from future to past. The junction between the two, that minuscule ring of the present that matters so much to us, has no distinctive theoretical role.

Here lies … /Who did nothing/Went nowhere/Was loved by nobody.

But is eternity an alternative to life? Isn't it, on the contrary, the case that it is when one wants everything to be eternal that one most loves life and the world.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

Say first, of God above or man below,What can we reason but from what we know?

Whatever is, is right.

All forms that perish other forms supply, (By turns we catch the vital breath and die) Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.

Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return.

With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live