Quotes About Existence

Our real self is not the captive of Space and Time

But my present point is this: what looks to the flattened-out imagination of late Western modernity like "lifeless" matter is in fact a world throbbing with God-given life. That life is constantly praising its maker by being, particularly and peculiarly, what it is.

Contradict yourself. In order to live, you must remain broken up.

Artists put as much vitality and delight into their saintliness and escape out as most men do their escapes into similar places from respectable existence.

Y ese es mi gran problema, paso mucho más tiempo imaginando las cosas que viviéndolas.

Si la sustancia durable del hombre no es otra sino el miedo; y si la vida es un inaplazable mortal miedo a la muerte, puesto que ya no puede sentir miedo, puesto que ya no puede morir, sólo un muerto, profunda y valerosamente, puede disponerse a vivir.

La soledad de la existencia humana no significa romper amarras con el resto del universo y convertirse en un eremita intelectual o metafísico: la soledad de la existencia humana consiste en un sentirse solo, y por ello, enfrentarse y encontrarse con el resto del universo entero.

One god, greatest among gods and men, similar to mortals neither in shape nor even in thought.

Love', this English word: like other English words it has tense. 'Loved' or 'will love' or 'have loved'. All these tenses mean Love is time-limited thing. Not infinite. It only exist in particular period of time. In Chinese, love is '?' (ai). It has no tense. No past and future. Love in Chinese means a being, a situation, a circumstance. Love is existence, holding past and future.

People desperately want to spend their money. Maybe they think that's the most effective way to feel alive.

Humans need cages around their bodies – wombs, houses, coffins.

What do you mean by wu-wo?' you asked. 'It's like no self. No I. Non-existence,' I answered. 'My body is here, but I don't feel I am here, right now. I don't feel my existence in this environment.

We die, governments change, ideologies evolve, borders disappear, rivers merge, islands sink, trees rot, bones dissolve, even nature expires one day. But the universe exists, with stars or without stars, with air or without air, infinitely and unimaginably beyond man. I know that the infinite world is there beyond trivial ideologies or politics. And we only have one life to live.

Dreams are more real than reality itself, they're closer to the self.

Everyone has to have either this or that problem, if he can't find any problem, he loses all reason for living.

Maybe there isn't a God after all, maybe there's only a universe rotating by itself like a millstone.

The human need for language is not simply for the transmission of meaning, it is at the same time listening to and affirming a person's existence.

Life starts in nature and returns to nature.

Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.

Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.

No matter how hard I listened, there was never any sign of someone living under the floor, and yet this silence made me all the more conscious of his existence.

But what if human beings themselves disappear?" I asked.

The stronger my feelings for you become, the greater my fear, and the more freely I abandon myself to baseless speculations and anxieties. Yet the more I immerse myself in the profound joy of loving you. I beg of you to go on living in this world I inhabit. I suppose you find this a rather ridiculous request, but to me it is of the utmost importance that you simply exist.

I suppose memories live here and there in the body. But they're invisible, aren't they? And no matter how wonderful the memory, it vanishes is you leave it alone. If no one pays attention to it. They leave no trace, no evidence that they ever existed.