Quotes About Existence

Melek de deÄŸiliz; keÅŸke olsak, ama insanlara birer beden giydirilmiÅŸtir, ve bizleri hayal güçlerimiz yönetir - ne ÅŸenlikli bir ÅŸölen. ... Gözler daha zarif bir okÅŸama saÄŸlar ve düÅŸ gücümüz üzerinde sözler kadar kolay ifadelendirilemeyen bir ÅŸeyler b?rak?r,-ya da,-bazen,var olan? da yok ederler.

soy un mortal de tan poca consecuencia para el mundo que lo que yo haga no tiene mucha importancia;

bence bu gezegen ötekilerin art?k ve k?rp?nt?lar?ndan imal edilmiÅŸ olmal?...

Ä°ÅŸte senin yanl???n da burada, diye kar??l?k verirdi babam - çünkü Foro Scientiae (bilim alan?)'de CÄ°NAYET diye bir ÅŸey yoktur, yaln?zca ÖLÜM vvard?r kardeÅŸim.

biz varsak, ölüm yok;-ölüm varsa-biz yokuz.

Age is artificial. It's soulless. It doesn't matter one bit.

Which was better: being alive (if that was the right word) but not remembering anything, or being dead?

What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils. Perhaps I was already dead.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

I have survived. I am here.

you are not dead, but you are not alive.

A wasting memory is not only a destroyer; it can deny one's very existence. A day unremembered is like a soul unborn, worse than if it had never been. What indeed was that summer if it is not recalled? That journey? That act of love? To whom did it happen if it has left you with nothing? Certainly not to you. So any bits of warm life preserved by the pen are trophies snatched from the dark, are branches of leaves fished out of the flood, are tiny arrests of mortality.

This threatens to become a circular argument," Holmes said. "I know it's there because it's all that explains the facts. My wife tells me that astronomers posit the existence of an invisible planet by the effects it has on the orbit of other celestial bodies. Thus do I posit the existence of this object.

Laurie R. King

Is that what I am? I don't know what the hell I am anymore. Oh, bullshit. You're a guy, a human being. Just another poor son of a bitch who doesn't want to be alone when the sacred ginmill closes.

We're all whirling merrily through the void on a dying planet, and gay people are just doing their usual number, being shamelessly trendy as always. Right out in front on the cutting edge of death.

The world's a bastard. Life just happens to people.

after all the work of the philosophers on his soul and the doctors on his body, what can we really say we know about a man? That he is, when all is said and done, just a passage for liquids and solids, a pipe of flesh.

God did not create us, nor did He wish us to be created. We are the work of a lesser deity, a demiurge, who wrongly believed himself to be God.

God neither created us nor wished us to be created, but that we are the work of an inferior deity, a Demiurge, who wrongly believed himself to be God? Heavens, how probable it seems; and this overweening hubris has been handed on down to our children.

And a flower, doesn't even know it's own beauty it's entire life. Sad, huh?

There is no wilderness. There is only our inability to fill the emptiness in which we live.

Be - don't try to become. Being is enlightenment, becoming is ignorance.

We are born sad and we die sad, but meanwhile we love bodies whose sad beauty is a miracle.