Quotes About Existence

Yet, soon enough, an afternoon, half an hour, a minute, half a sentence, or half a word all feel the same size. They disappear into the rhythm of no rhythm at all.

Of course I'm ill, I'm alive aren't I?

You live between three trees.

inhabit that place. Wherever

Humans are so frail. How have they survived long enough to wreak all the shit they have?

The third tree is all around you: Now. And like Now itself, it will follow wherever you go.

She flips open the uppermost notebook, to the page where she has just written: In a world of perfect utility, we, too, will be forced to vanish.

Things with clean, concise, right answers are antidotes to human existence.

For the first time, she realizes that being alone is a contradiction in terms.

Nothing will be the same. The spruces answer: Nothing has ever been the same. We're all doomed, the man thinks. We have always all been doomed. But things are different this time. Yes. You're here.

The single best thing you can do for the world. It occurs to her: The problem begins with that word world. It means two such opposite things. The real one we cannot see. The invented one we can't escape.

THE LAWS THAT GOVERN THE LIGHT FROM A FIREFLY in my backyard as I write these words tonight also govern the light emitted from an exploding star one billion light-years away. Place changes nothing. Nor does time. One set of fixed rules runs the game, in all times and places. That's as big a truth as we Earthlings have discovered, or ever will, in our brief run.

Life's moment is here. A test that it has not yet had.

But he has made her happy in the only place where people really live, the few-second-wide window of Now.

She quoted from The Country of Surprise: "Even baseline normality has about it something hallucinatory.

When the wind stops, the stillness suspends them between two eternities, entirely in the caress of here and now.

felt us traveling on a small craft, piloting through the capital city of the reigning global superpower on the coast of the third largest continent of a smallish, rocky world near the inner rim of the habitable zone of a G-type dwarf star that lay a quarter of the way out to the edge of a dense, large, barred, spiral galaxy that drifted through a thinly spread local cluster in the dead center of the entire universe.

They can't see that time is one spreading ring wrapped around another, outward and outward until the thinnest skin of Now depends for its being on the enormous mass of everything that has already died.

Someone who doesn't even know she's been invented, staying game in the face of the inescapable plot.

Nothing anyone can do for anyone, except to recall: We are every second being born.

It's a programmed telephone support system for living on Earth. It's the mind moving through mysteries, their explanations forever one more choice away.

he's left in the insanity of denying the bedrock of human existence. Property and mastery: nothing else counts. Earth will be monetized until all trees grow in straight lines, three people own all seven continents, and every large organism is bred to be slaughtered.

And then the words that would never weaken and never go away: Can you believe where we are?

Apparently God had made life on one planet only, and only one country of that planet's dominant species needed to manage it.