Quotes About Existence

At birth, each of us is graced with the simple job of remembering, understanding, and living the essence of who we are.

We are worthy simply because we exist.

Each of us is a microcosm in which the universal process actualizes itself.

Genuine freedom is not based upon the negative psychology of release. Its roots are in positive acts of dedication to ends and values. Freedom presupposes the autonomous existence of values which men wish to be free to follow and measure up to.

No sane person fears nothingness.

You yourself can be god. You really are that, in fact. You, yourself, are reality. You, yourself, are buddha. (p. 18)

How can we hope, after all, to see a tree or rock or clear north sky if we do not adopt a little of their mode of life, a little of their time? ...if the time it takes to cross space is a way by which we define it, then to arrive at a view of space "in no time" is to have denied its reality...

Dreams, [...], are misleading, because they make life seem real. When it loses the support of dreams, life dissolves.

Though it may not be a suitable comment for even this confidential record, I thought, by no means for the first time in such surroundings, what an odd way it was for people of opposite sexes to spend the evening, when, after all, there was nothing ahead that any of us could be sure of but infirmity, illness, and death.

But after life has begun to run away from us, nothing is ever again really credible, nor does it matter.

The first step towards mastering time is always to make time meaningless

There are no beautiful clocks. Everything to do with time is hideous.

It is amazing how full a life a man can lead without for one moment being alive at all, except sometimes when sleeping.

Things only exist as long as you see them. And we are all of us nothing but the sum of our moods.

It is almost as if the nearer one approaches to a thing, the less it proves to be there, to exist at all.

Dreams, Mrs. Sawyer, are misleading, because they make life seem real. When it loses the support of dreams, life dissolves.

One of my deep thoughts was that it is not so much particular disasters that make people cry, but something always there in life itself, something that a light falls on when we are trying to enjoy ourselves

Mystery is the unknown in which we live. It is our nature. Mystification is the exploitation of mystery.

The logic of the language of poetry brings Amos to glimpse for a moment a new order of reality. Strictly speaking, this is not yet eschatology as it would be developed seven or eight centuries after Amos, but the imagination in prophetic poetry of restored national existence without want or pain or danger is an important way station to explicit doctrines of a radically new era that will replace earthly life as we know it.

Self awareness is NOT just a bunch of amino acids bumping together.

In conclusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

We look for the Secret - the Philosopher's Stone, the Elixir of the Wise, Supreme Enlightenment, 'God' or whatever...and all the time it is carrying us about...It is the human nervous system itself.

Is," "is," "is"—the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment.

Human beings live in their myths. They only endure their realities.