Quotes About Existence

I told him point-blank so there would be no mistake: This person he wanted to know better did not exist; I was who I seemed to be from the outside. That would never change.

It was what my mother said sometimes-to be mindful that the universe beyond still existed, that we did not know what lived there, and it might be terrible to reconcile ourselves to knowing so little of it, but that didn't mean it stopped existing. There was something else beyond all of this, that would never know us or our struggles, never care, and that it would go on without us. My mother had found that idea comforting.

Never has a setting been so able to live without the souls traversing it.

And a soul is just a delusion that lives in the body. No delusion survives death. Death is more honest than that.

I'm not an answer," she said. "I'm a question." She might also be a message incarnate, a signal in the flesh, even if she hadn't yet figured out what story she was supposed to tell.

Sometimes I feel as if we live in hell and don't even realize it. The lacerations are endless. The lies we accept, the rituals we perform. All these useless acts.

Because dead things felt only love for the universe.

What is too much to bear? Not being alive is too much to bear.

an organism's primary directive is to continue to exist—

There was no moment like any other moment and yet each moment was the same.

What does the border look like?" A child's question. A question whose answer means nothing. There is nothing but border. There is no border.

What am I? How am I connected? What is my purpose? What is all of this, felt in the flesh? Why is it so beautiful? What is beautiful? Why do I not know? What else don't I know? When will I know it? Will I ever know? Would knowing be too much?

The gods are here, if they are anywhere at all in the world.

The real reality is something we create every moment of every day, that realities spin off from our decisions in every second we're alive.

Imagine these expeditions, and then recognize that they all still exist in Area X in some form, even the ones that came

the longer I looked the more certain I became that these figures were real and living, though perhaps not according to the standards that the camera and the biologist would insist upon.

Homeland security still exists?" "Not by that name. Just their drones. Do you know how many secret drones lacerate the sky these days? They'll outlast us all. Form their own civilization.

And, if I'm honest, I can't shake the sense that he is still here, somewhere, even if utterly transformed - in the eye of a dolphin, in the touch of an uprising of moss, anywhere and everywhere.

There might be life, right under our noses. But there's always been life right under our noses – we're just too blind to see it. These fucking questions – they don't matter.

Nothing that lived and breather was truly objective-even in a vaccum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

Wick never believed he was a person, was continually being undone by that. Borne was always trying to be a person because I wanted him to be one, because he thought that was right. We all just want to be people, and none of us know what that really means

That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated shall walk the world in a bliss of not-knowing Ã¢â'¬Â¦

the atmosphere of the town was an artificial creation whose existence relied on the subtle attentions of its inhabitants.

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.