Quotes About Existence

I think there are two kinds of TRUE THINGS-- true things that ARE, and true things that ARE NOT, but MIGHT be.

What a splendid day!' said Anne, drawing a long breath. 'Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

Dear old world,' she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

No es maravilloso pensar en todo lo que hay que descubrir? Hace que me alegre mucho de estar viva en un mundo tan interesante.

He said, 'Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.' Isn't

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.' Isn't that worth learning, Aunt Jimsie?

Isn't it good just to be a live on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

A mí me gustaría contribuir a la vida con algo de belleza (...) No quiero hacer solo que la gente sepa más, aunque sé que es la ambición más noble, sino que me encantaría hacerles pasar un rato más agradable gracias a mí; tener una pequeña alegría o un pensamiento feliz que nunca habría existido si yo no hubiera nacido.

Är det inte kolossalt att tänka på allting som man har att ta reda på? Det är sådant, som gör att jag känner mig så glad över att jag lever - världen är så intressant...

Os pequenos prazeres da vida, doces e excelentes em seu momento, não deveriam ser a finalidade de toda a existência. Os mandamentos divinos deveriam ser buscados e seguidos; a vida celestial deveria começar aqui na Terra.

Aunt Elizabeth, said Katherine one day, does anybody ever die in Harbour Hill? Because it doesn't seem to me it would be any change for them if they did.

Humor is the spiciest condiment in the feast of existence.

I believe that we take every memory and every moment with us, and that whatever those memories are become our heaven or our hell.

I suppose she's just dying of living--that's the one infection that strikes us all down, sooner or later.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard...but pretty in the sunlight.

I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.

On a world built to ordered specification, there was no logical reason for such a mountain to exist. Yet every world should have at least one unclimbable mountain.

The act of breathing begins our life as we come out of the womb; in our last moment, when we cease breathing, our life is over. It only makes sense that the breath should also have a profound influence on all the moments in between.

This process—of appropriating everything as me or mine—is constantly going on and has as its whole basis the existence of a self.

Life is a precious gift, it's all we have, and it is always happening in the present.

The usual heresy consists in denying the existence of a god who has created us. It is a much more interesting heresy to imagine that possibly a god has created us and then to say that there isn't the least reason for us to be impressed by that fact. And certainly not to be thankful for it.

This white hot pain, naturally, is basically nothing but a precise measure of the forces which hold this body together. It is a precise measure of the force which has made my existence possible. Death and life are actually MONSTROUS things.

Vad är det som kommer oss att hela tiden försöka intala oss att de döda föremålen omkring oss har en själ, att ladda dem med betydelser? Kan det vara någonting annat än misstanken att också vi är döda föremål?