Quotes About Existence

I morti non hanno altra vita all'infuori di quella che i vivi attribuiscono loro»

Es de lo que más adolece nuestro pueblo -dijo ella-: no piensa. Y añadió al cabo de unos instantes: -Pero ¿en qué podrían ejecutar su agudeza las inteligencias que viven en un país donde el clima es templado y la existencia fácil? Incluso aquí, donde la necesidad apremia a los espíritus, nada es tan raro como un ser que piensa.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.

I suspect you knew: to live is to be irradiated. It is a sacrifice, this life.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

Everything that is doddering, squint-eyed, infamous, sullying, and grotesque is contained for me in this single word: God.

The photographic image is the object itself, the object freed from the conditions of time and space that govern it. No matter how fuzzy, distorted, or discolored, no matter how lacking in documentary value the image may be, it shares, by virtue of the very process of its becoming, the being of the model of which it is the reproduction; it is the model.

The role of cinema here is not that of a servant nor is it to betray the painting. Rather it is to provide it with a new form of existence. The film of a painting is an aesthetic symbiosis of screen and painting, as is the lichen of the algae and mushroom. To be annoyed by this is as ridiculous as to condemn the opera on behalf of theater and music.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

This cancer of the mind which consists of thinking all too sadly that certain things 'are,' while others, which well might be, 'are not.

Everything leads us to believe that there exists a spot in the mind from which life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future, the high and the low, the communicable and the incommunicable will cease to appear contradictory.

Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us…

Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here in this life? I can't hear you. Who goes there? Is it only me? Is it myself?

The greatest hope, I say, is the one in which all the others are met, is that it is exists for everyone and that for everyone it lasts. That the absolute gift of one being to another, which can exist only in reciprocity, be in the eyes of everyone the only natural and supernatural hanging bridge cast across life itself.

It's a squad of trees that will eventually make a forest, it's a squad of stars that will eventually make one less day, it's a squad of one­-less-­days that will eventually make up my life.

Puisque tu existes, comme toi seule sais exister, il n'était peut-être pas très nécessaire que ce livre existât. J'ai cru pouvoir en décider autrement, en souvenir de la conclusion que je voulais lui donner avant de te connaître et que ton irruption dans ma vie n'a pas à mes yeux rendue vaine. Cette conclusion ne prend même son vrai sens et toute sa force qu'à travers toi.

La vie est lente et l'homme ne sait guère la jouer.

Who are you?" And she, without a moment's hesitation. "I am the soul in limbo.

Isegi kui olen üritanud midagi hingega teha, olen ma enam kui kindel, et ei vääri elu sellisena, nagu ma teda armastan ja nagu ta end pakub: elu, mis võtab hingetuks.

Who goes there? Is it you, Nadja? Is it true that the beyond, that everything beyond is here in this life? I can't hear you. Who goes there? Is it only me? Is it myself?

Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I "haunt". I must admit that this last word is misleading, tending to establish between certain beings and myself relations that are stranger, more inescapable, more disturbing than I intended. Such a word means much more than it says, makes me, still alive, play a ghostly part, evidently referring to what I must have ceased to be in order to be who I am.

Qui vive? Est-ce vous, Nadja? Est-il vrai que l'au-delà, tout l'au-delà soit dans cette vie? Je ne vous entends pas. Qui vive? Est-ce moi seul? Est-ce moi-même?

Minha morte só tomará de mim eu mesmo; é por isso que me tomará tudo e não me tomará nada, já que não haverá mais ninguém para ter perdido o que quer que seja.