Quotes About Existence

It was as if life was one great big impersonal piece of machinery.

The people that we are when we're alive, that's who we are forever, nipper.

Information is the only thing that can be lost in an imperishable universe. Mind is the only thing that truly dies.

If gods are transcendent ideas, then the idea of a god IS a god.

The one place in which Gods and demons inarguably exist is in the human mind where they are real in all their grandeur and monstrosity.

Everything is made of stories. They've all happened before, in similar circumstances. It's like a circle. It goes round and round and round.

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.

A lét véletlenszer?. Nincs benne szabály, csak amit mi képzelünk bele, ha sokáig nézzük. Nincs értelme, csak amit mi aggatunk rá. Ezt a vitorla nélküli világot nem homályos metafizikai erÅ'k szabják. Nem isten öli meg a gyerekeket. Nem a sors darabolja fel Å'ket, és nem a végzet veti a kutyák elé. Hanem mi. Csak mi.

Sofìa non era sparita, non era morta, era con lui, e lo amava ancora. Cos'era il resto, tutto il resto, se non pura futilità?

Tell me: do you ever actually remember having a heart, or were you born dead?

What is a life?" Scapegrace continued. "Is life merely living? Is it having a heartbeat? Or is life the effect you have on others? Is it the effect you have on the world around you? If so, what have I done with mine? How have I wasted it?

She doesn't think she's worthy to live. But she doesn't realize, she is life.

Existence is sometimes what a forward artillery observer sees of enemy lines through field glasses. A distant and troubling view brought suddenly into focus with a wealth of obscene detail.

Many atheists might proudly proclaim that our lives have no ultimate meaning, yet the business of finding significance in one's life is perhaps the most important part of being human. When we drift into a life without meaning, we soon become a pack of symptoms and pathologies; and without any feeling of significance, many choose to end their lives altogether.

We might never rid ourselves of a lingering anxiety regarding our death; this is a kind of tax we pay in return for self-awareness.

Everything worthwhile in your life draws its meaning from the fact you will die.

The meaning of life,' wrote Kafka, reputedly, 'is that it stops.

Have you ever felt love? Did you need scientific proof of this? How would you have definitively and scientifically proved your love existed? If you could not prove it, would that mean your love didn't exist? What would you trust: your own feelings, or science?

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

A friend asked, "If increased awareness means less happiness, why bother?" No answer.

Forests precede us and deserts dog our heels.

Those in power have made it so we have to pay simply to exist on the planet. We have to pay for a place to sleep, and we have to pay for food. If we don't, people with guns come and force us to pay. That's violent.

Because reason...is the only thing that makes us men, and distinguishes us from the beasts, I would prefer to believe that it exists, in its entirety, in each of us...

Instead of René Descartes' famous "Cogito ergo sum" (I think, therefore I am), I propose "Communico ergo sum," (I communicate, therefore I exist") as the philosophical proof of man's existence.