Quotes About Existence

ÄŒovek koji se ne pamti, prijatelju moj, nije ni postojao.

Ja smatram da postoje svi razlozi za život, ali ne uvek, ne i za svakoga. Ponekad nema smisla živeti samo života radi. Ali o tome ne možemo ubedljivo razgovarati. Ni sporiti. Sva su ta velika pitanja života sasvim li?na stvar.

Od spoljnih nepogoda ljudskog života, najužasnija je nepogoda - Vreme. U radosti ima brzinu svetlosti, u patnji staje. Malo ga imamo za razumevanje sveta u kome smo bez krivice, a osu?eni da ga s mukom shvatamo, svaku istinu preplatimo, najbitnije ne saznamo. No?as se, valjda, kona?no osveš?ujem: ?ovek nema vremena sebe da shvati.

Vi ste vernik? - Jesam. A koji je Vaš Bog? - Budu?nost. Budu?nost? Ne razumem. - Nijedan se Bog ne može razumeti.

Zato što mnogo, za vas nepojmljivo, volim život. - Ta vaša logika dubi na glavi, majore. - Ne, ne. ?ovek koji ne zaželi da umre, ne zna ni zašto živi. - Ja ne verujem da se živi za nešto što stane u re?. - Živi se sa nešto, ili zbog straha od smrti. Ili zbog jednog, ili zbog drugog.

All of this occurs in the past, except this sentence.

time is no longer linear it's more like a chord that flashes in and out of being

It's too much energy for this little teeny body. Because the galaxy is smaller than the energy you are. This planet Earth is smaller than the energy you are. This body is smaller than the energy you are.

Man is a problem solving, problem creating entity. He creates problems. He solves the problems. This is what he does. This is how he lives.

Man must believe in something, even if he believes there is nothing.

So it's confused. A: It is. D: It doesn't really belong there? A: No. It is just being what it is, but it is destroying worlds. In its normal place there are other sets of laws where it exists with others like it. And there it would not be destructive. It's a different space, a different dimensional reality.

We must never forget that we chose to be here and we are here for a reason.

Fear is an illusion of this world and that's all it is.

Había dicho al principio que los hombres de la época de Funes tenían dos caras, dos existencias, una colonial, otra republicana.

The body thinks it's real. That's the problem of modern physics. How to convince our minds that they're not our own.

Can you create a vacuum out of a human life? A state where everything's possible but nothing very likely? Does something new emerge when there's no more empty space?

There are pockets of time, she thinks, where every sense rings like a bell, where the world brims with fleeting grace.

We're conduits for the universe's desire to think about itself.

Quanti anni era trascorsi dalla sua prima messa su quella stessa tavola posata su due casse? Cinque sei, sette? Come tenere il conto del tempo in un universo senza passato né futuro? In un mondo in cui la vita di tanti uomini è racchiusa nell'attimo di sopravvivenza presente.

There was no good or bad connected with anything any more.......He regretted nothing; wanted nothing. He was simply existing, and the way things were was the way they had always been and always would be. He didn't care any more. He did what had to be done, and endured in a timeless present, without past or future.

How do you wake up? It was one thing to know that you had been asleep all your life, but something else to wake up from it, to find out you were really alive and it wasn't anybody's fault but your own. Of course that was the problem.

It was an awful word. Nothing. It made him sick at heart. He refused to believe it. Hebdemanded that there be something he could do. He demanded that his love be worth something to his child. If it wasn't, life was garbage. He hd to rulenout the idea that life was just a matter of accident, of percentages, because it was just too goddamn much to stand for. There had to be some way you could make yourself be felt.

All life is dying life – including the life of God.

I have no soul: I am not a substance, and there is no real me. There is only what I am able, rather uncertainly, to make of myself as I go along, and what you can make of me: that is, I am only a stream of events, a process in time, and all ideas of me are only interpretations of that process, or bits of it.