Quotes About Existence

Man has made a discovery ... the way to make life easy is to make it meaningless.

Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being bored out of their skulls and feeling depressed, then being consoled by some little thing like watching the patterns the light makes through the leaves of trees, casting shadows on the sidewalks. I remember the line from that poem now. Downward to darkness, on extended wings.

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different

She had read about people-where? she could not remember this either- who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to not be yet of the earth, suspeded still between two worlds.

There was so much force and beauty in the windows, such unsettled sadness in what little I knew of Rose's life, all her longing, her distance from her daughter. Just knowing she had existed opened new and uneasy possibilities within my understanding of the story I'd always thought I'd known by heart. ... Whoever Rose had been, she was gone, unable to speak for herself, fading into the past as surely as these rainy colors were diffusing, even now [p. 142].

There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I've chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

Rynn Cormel had run the world during the Turn, his living charisma somehow crossing the boundaries of death to give his undead existence an uncanny mimicry of life. Every move was a careful study of causality. It was highly unusual for so young an undead vampire to be so good at mimicking having a soul. I figured it was because he was a politician and had had practice way before he died.

It wasn't that the dark side was stronger, but that everything was the dark side. All magic was inherently wrong, and it was only us fooling ourselves that some of it was good, some of it was bad. Magic…just was.

The shushing of the waves was the heartbeat of the world, ever present, seldom noticed, and linking every moment together from before there was life to now.

Newt turned back to me, her eyes black as the sun slipped away. From the slump of broken castle, a rock fell. "We exist in a zoo," she said, chilling me. "You know that, yes? I hope our funding doesn't run out. I'd give anything for a better enclosure, one that at least hides the bars.

Sunt qui discessum animi a corpore putent esse mortem. Sunt erras

I was alive, damn it, not just existing, and everyone would know.

Most humans wouldn't since a bio weapon had accidentally slipped into a genetically modified tomato and killed a quarter of the world's human population about forty years ago. Humanity owed its continued existence to us Inderlanders coming out of the closet to keep society intact as plague swept through their genome, killing everyone who had eaten the lethal fruit.

Death is the general condition. Life is the exception: a beautiful, love-filled exception.

God must have had a sense of humor to create us.

We are not human beings on a spiritual journey," Milo told him. "We are spiritual beings on a human journey, born into our lives for one reason only: to seek the road that makes death a fulfillment.

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire... Life is wanting.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

Reincarnation is a story we tell; then in the end it's the story itself that is the reincarnation.

None of us know our real names.

They lived like monkeys still, while their new god powers lay around them in the weeds.

Desire is life trying to continue to be life. All living things desire, bacteria feel desire. Life is wanting.