Quotes About Existence

They that have lived a single day have lived an age.

Man has but three events in his life: to be born, to live, and to die. He is not conscious of his birth, he suffers at his death and he forgets to live.

There are three great events in our lives: birth, life and death. Of birth we have no conscience; with death, we suffer; and, concerning life, we forget to live it.

Une des clés évidentes et secrètes de ce monde où nous vivons est qu'il passe son temps dans un éternel présent toujours en train de s'évanouir. Entre un avenir qui n'existe pas encore et un passé qui n'existe déjà plus se glisse une pure abstraction, une sorte de rêve impossible. C'est cette absence haletante que nous appelons le présent. Personne n'a jamais vécu ailleurs que sur cette frontière vacillante entre le passé et l'avenir.

You are young to talk of dying," said the Emperor, looking at Jester. "Learn rather to live, to enjoy the gifts lavished so prodigally by an unknown god: the heat of the sun, the cool of the sea at noon, the scent of the forest in the evening, horses galloping across the plain. You are rich because you are alive. Even unhappiness is still life. Learn to love and enjoy, and learn also to suffer. And, when the time comes, you will learn to die.

so each day brought a further descent into the depths of concrete existence and a further ascent toward the heights of abstraction.

Fiecare no?iune, fiecare familie, fiecare individ are o mitologie care d? culoare existen?ei sale.

Moi, je ne meurs pas. Je continue. Je suis hier, aujourd'hui, demain.

Nu e de ajuns s? spui c? timpul domne?te asupra lumii: lumea e timpul.

Timpul, care trece peste toate, r?stoarn? pân? ?i r?sturn?rile, distruge pân? ?i distrugerea. Totul se mi?c?, chiar ?i mi?carea. Ceea ce face ca în cele din urm?, în acest univers agitat ?i imobil, totul s? se transforme mereu ?i nimic s? nu se schimbe niciodat.

Totul trece, totul moare. Nu exist? decât un lucru care scap? timpului ?i nu moare niciodat?: moartea. De unde se trag, îmi închipui, leg?turile dintre moarte ?i ve?nicie.

Nu, nu eram niste ignoran?i. Dar eram mor?i. Timpul ne-o luase înainte.

fiecare ?tie în prezent c? nu suntem aproape nimic altceva decât rodul circumstan?elor în care ne zbatem ?i care ne alc?tuiesc între hazard ?i necesitate.

Ai fi zis c? se îngr??au din spiritul vremii care trece.

Oare încerc?m sau suntem capabili vreodat? s? în?elegem ceea ce nu suntem?

Totul, pretutindeni ?i întotdeauna, nu este niciodat? alceva decât timp.

La vita è soltanto il vestibolo e la prefazione della morte. Nascere non è altro che cominciare a morire. Le cose serie cominciano con la morte. Vivivamo poco tempo e saremo morti per sempre.

We shall all die. But we shall not die together. Something will be left behind us like a trail of light to transmit to succeeding generations all that is great in work and in the imagination. And more than crumbling palaces and mutilated statues, what shines forever in men's memories are the efforts of the mind to lift itself above everyday existence by laughter, terror, metaphysical thought, the beauty of the word, and the brilliance of ideas.

Via?a continua s? se desf??oare ca întotdeauna în jurul nostru f?r? s? fim nevoi?i s? o atingem, nici m?car s-o în?elegem. ?i n-o în?elegeam fiindc? nu munceam.

Il y a des jours, des mois, des années interminables où il ne se passe presque rien. Il y a des minutes et des secondes qui contiennent tout un monde.

A living speck-the merest dab of life-capable of pleasure and pain, is far more interesting to me than all the immensities of mere matter.

I do not believe in God, for that implies an effort of the will — I see God everywhere!

the characters in my books all resemble each other. They live, with minor variations, the same moments, the same perils, and when I speak of them, my language, which is inspired by them, repeats the same poems in the same tone.

I wanted to swallow myself by opening my mouth inordinately and turning it around over my head so that it would take in my whole body, and then the Universe, until all that would remain of me would be a ball of eaten thing which little by little would be annihilated: that is my way of seeing the end of the world.