Quotes About Existence

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or of joy.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI. By the Power of Truth, I, while living, have Conquered the Universe.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.

The one place Gods inarguably exist is in our minds where they are real beyond refute, in all their grandeur and monstrosity.

Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.

We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

The clothes you're wearing, the room, the house, the city that you're in. Everything in it started out in the human imagination. Your lives, your personalities, your whole world. All invented. All made up. All the wars, the romances. The masterpieces and the machines. And there's nothing here but a funny little twist of amino acids, playing a marvelous game of pretend.

I'm the idea of the human imagination, which, when you think about it, is the only thing we can really be certain ISN'T imaginary.

Our consciousness, a startling outgrowth of the universe, is possibly its most important part, the fraction of existence that can think, feel, marvel at itself.

Jon, wait before leave... I did the right thing didn't I? It all worked out in the end. 'In the end'? Nothing ends Adrian. Nothing ever ends. Jon? Wait! What do you mean by ...

Things have their forms not only in space, but also in time.

Benny Anger: What's up, doc? Doc Manhattan: Up is a relative concept; it has no intrinsic value.

I found it very difficult to feel easy around the guy, even once I'd got used to the shock of his presence. It's a strange feeling...the first time you meet him your brain wants to scream, blow a fuse and shut itself down immediately, refusing to accept that he exists. This lasts for a couple of minutes, at which time he's still there and hasn't gone away, and in the end you just accept him because he's standing there and talking to you and after a while it almost seems normal. Almost.

Do not weep. Being is enough. There, that is all. I am done...

It doesn't matter how "successful" each of us is in life. We're all doomed to die. Why can't anyone else see that?

Professor Einstein says that time differs from place to place. Can you imagine? If time is not true, what purpose have watchmakers, hein?

In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon.