Quotes About Existence

Only when that mortal "you" will have erased everything about itself that it cherishes and is holding to, will "you" have come to the brink of an experience of identity with that Being which is no being yet is the Being beyond the nonbeing of all things. Nor is It anything that you have ever known, ever named, or even thought about in this world:

Moyers: {TS] Eliot speaks about the still point of the turning world, where motion and stasis are together, the hub where the movement of time and the stillness of eternity are together.

Behind all these manifestations is the one radiance, which shines through all things. The function of art is to reveal this radiance through the created object.

Schopenhauer sagely remarks in his paper on The Will in Nature, "we are sunk in the sea of riddles and inscrutables, knowing and understanding neither what is around us nor ourselves.

in this wonderful human brain of ours there has dawned a realization unknown to the other primates. It is that of the individual, conscious of himself as such, and aware that he, and all that he cares for, will one day die.

It is the sword distinguishing that which is enduring from that which is merely passing. The tick-tick-tick of time shuts out eternity. We live in this field of time. But what is reflected in this field is an eternal principle made manifest.

But the mystery of the being of your wristwatch will be identical with the mystery of the being of the universe and of yourself as well.

Qué soy? ¿Soy la lámpara que transporta la luz, o soy la luz y la lámpara es mi vehículo?

Minden szenvedés titkos oka - írta - maga a halandóság, amely egyúttal az élet elsÅ'dleges feltételét is alkotja. Ha igent akarunk mondani az èletre, akkor nem tagadhatjuk meg annak végességét sem.

whereas some moralists may find it possible to make a distinction between two spheres and reigns—one of flesh, the other of the spirit, one of time, the other of eternity—where ever love arises such definitions vanish, and a sense of life awakens in which all such oppositions are at one.

So the essence of life is this eating of itself! Life lives on lives

And how am I to face the oddsOf man's bedevilment and God's?I, a stranger and afraidIn a world I never made.

Existence is not itself a good thing, that we should spend a lifetime securing its necessaries: a life spent, however victoriously, in securing the necessaries of life is no more than an elaborate furnishing and decoration of apartments for the reception of a guest who is never to come. Our business here is not to live, but to live happily.

Ah, I think that nothing in the world vanishes utterly—nothing—not only what is said, but what is thought. All our deeds and words and thoughts are little streams, trickling springs underground.

I want to explore what it means to be human, but not just the most extreme elements of humanity. The quiet moments. The times when the world isn't exploding, but we're still trying to determine who we are and how can we make this thing called life work. And I want to do it while writing about space squids and moon-eating monster gods.

Most magic wasn't even magic. It just was.

See, the way I got it figured, dying is sort'a like the thing that gives your life meaning. You may not want to get there, but, without it, you're just looking at a long, long road to nowhere.

Destroy knowledge?" I said. "The only point of existence, if there is one at all, is in the accumulation of the collective intelligence of the sentient beings of the universe." "Even dangerous intelligence?" "Intelligence is neutral. Application is everything." She sighed. "Says the evil genius." "Evil is a relative term.

Might I ask you a question, sir?" Ned groaned. "Yes, I was dead last night. And yes, I know they call me Never Dead Ned. But I guess that's only because Occasionally Dead Ned isn't nearly as catchy. Does that answer your question?" "It's true then. You can't die." "Actually, I die very well. In fact, I dare say I'm the undisputed grand master at perishing. It's the staying-dead part that I'm not very good at.

What is it that demands an answer but never asks a question?

You're unlikely to find death anywhere near a tomb.  Everyone there is already dead. Death's business is among the living.

I've never believed in destiny. My personal philosophy is one of feigned entropic denial.

Indeed, it was the conviction of some divines that God created night as proof of hell's existence.

Westerners say, "I think, therefore I am," with the focus on individual identity apart from social context. Africans say, "We relate, therefore I am"—a