Quotes About Existence

Por qué personificamos al Tiempo? ¿Será porque tenemos que admitir que nuestras vidas están medidas por una fuerza abstracta, que ignora y tampoco le importa nada de lo referente a nuestra entrada en la existencia y nuestra partida en la muerte? El tiempo era algo misterioso; y, al darle un rostro y unas manos, intentamos convertirlo en nuestro servidor.

This world's no blot for us, Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good: To find its meaning is my meat and drink.

Time is counted, not by hours, but by heart-beats.

What if all's appearance? Is not outside seeming real as substance inside? Both are facts, so leave me dreaming.

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both … While the one eludes, must the other pursue.

time fleets, youth fades, life is an empty dream

Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

On the abyss's edge we slide and soon will plunge head first; our life is given us with our death – and we, when we are born, begin to die. Without an ounce of pity, death strikes all things, brings to nothing stars, and suns are quenched by her cold breath – destroyer of the universe.

That is not wistfulness or sentimentality. It is grasping the hard fact that time runs in only one direction, that we have already died a thousand deaths and will die a thousand more, and that there is no remedy for it but love, though we are sure we have never seen love except in the rearview mirror, in the sad and tawdry puddle at the bottom of the glass

I'm afraid, Gringo, I must agree with our distinguished folklorist and foremost witness to the ontological revelations of the patterns of history,' intercedes (with a respectful nod to Schultz) Professor Costen Migod McCamish, Doctor of Nostology and Research Specialist in the Etiology of Homo Ludens, 'and have come to the conclusion that God exists and he is a nut.

Was this all there was to life, after all? You finished school, found an occupation, got married, became a father, watched your wife die, and then lived through days and nights that seemed to have no sunrises, no dawns and no dusks, nothing but a gray drabness.

Their call log that night showed fewer than a third their usual number of calls, which made for an easy shift, but left Scott bored. Hence, their search for the unfindable noodle house, which Scott had begun to believe might not exist. Stephanie reached to start the car, but Scott stopped her. "Let's

Men like Neff and Hensman lived between raindrops and worked under eaves.

It is only the promise of death that makes life worth living.

I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.

Yeah, well, you believe what you want to. I live in the real world.

No hay fin. No hay principio. Tan sólo el tiempo eterno que gira sobre sí mismo.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within.

In fetid darkness still to live and run-- And all for nothing it had ever done Except forget to go in fear perhaps. No one would know except for ancient maps That such a brook ran water.

But bid life seize the present? It lives less in the present Than in the future always, And less in both together Than in the past. The present Is too much for the senses, Too crowding, too confusing— Too present to imagine.