Quotes About Existence

Based upon the message of "nothing new under the sun" in Ecclesiastes,] If nothing ever changes, then God has no plan.

I was here. TF.

You might expect me to say "life," having just woken up and all, but it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

There is only now,' he says, 'and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.

But that isn't why. The why is that none of it matters. Not school, not cheerleading, not boyfriends or friends or parties or creative writing programs or Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial, he tightens his grip until I worry my arm will snap off. "And we are not done discussing this.

I'm still here, and I'm grateful, because otherwise I would be missing this. Sometimes it's good to be awake.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

It's all just time filler until we die.

I think about Finch and Sir Patrick Moore and black holes and blue holes and bottomless bodies of water and exploding stars and event horizons, and a place so dark that light can't get out once it's in.

She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.

Because after suffering a loss, you become a ghost in your own body. You observe yourself doing things and saying things that you might not normally do or say. You need something to ground you and prove to you that you're still here. As a way of feeling something. Anything.

But that isn't why. The why is that none of it matters. Not school, not cheerleading, not boyfriends or friends or parties or creative writing programs or... It's all just time filler until we die.

You are not alone.'... I tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

Time lost its meaning after a while and became only something that dragged hope with it as it went nowhere. Sometime

I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.

Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has.

We grope after the Spiritual by describing it as invisible. The true meaning of Spiritual is Real.

I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

I don't understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn't it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?

Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.