Quotes About Existence

Consciousness is the only home of which we know.

Emerging from an Abyss and entering it again—that is Life, is it not?

What need of Day - To Those whose Dark - hath so - surpassing Sun - It deem it be - Continually - At the Meridian?

Forever is composed of nows

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?»

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become — Who had they lived, had died but when They died, Vitality begun.

Noi che abbiamo l'Anima moriamo piú spesso

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time - Except for Infiniteness - And Latitude of Home - From this - experienced Here - Remove the Dates - to These - Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years -

I took one Draught of Life— I'll tell you what I paid— Precisely an existence— The market price, they said.

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust

Ma c'è dell'altro? Oltre all'amore e alla morte? Allora dimmene il nome.

Il sempre è fatto di attimi.

Conosco delle vite di cui potrei fare a meno senza dolore alcuno altre un istante d'assenza delle quali sarebbe un'eternità queste ultime scarse di numero non sono nemmeno due le prime un orizzonte di moscerini facilmente supererebbero

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

Solo busco una vida que dejé, ¿sigue ahí todavía?

Saber que somos temporalmente eternos es reconfortante, aunque nada más sepamos.

Tis not that Dying hurts us so— 'Tis Living—hurts us more— — Emily Dickinson, from "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—," [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.

To pile like Thunder to its close, Then crumble grand away, While everything created hid — This would be Poetry: Or Love, — the two coeval came — We both and neither prove, Experience either, and consume — For none see God and live.

i mean, heather said, our bodies are just these things that we float around in. it's not like they belong to anyone

It doesn't mean a thing. Not a thing. Sometimes, in life, there is no meaning at all.

It's a cheval, said Mick, huge eyed. ...A mindless, soulless, sexless shell, genderless as a baby doll, she said to me--at me--whoever she was talking to, it wasn't me. She didn't believe I existed.

Your body - every body is a marvel. A wonder of creation. [...] The day your first opened your eyes, Anna, God asked just one thing: that you live.