Quotes About Existence

Our life is a loan received from death with sleep as the daily interest on this loan.

Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it -- every, every minute?

If life wasn't real it would be the craziest psychedelic trip ever

We foolish mortals sometimes live through years not realizing how short life is, and that TODAY is your life.

What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.

I have always preferred the reflection of the life to life itself.

I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.

If life has no meaning, why don't we create a meaning for it?

I wonder if, in fact, we have been observed by aliens and upon close examination of human conduct and human behavior they have concluded that there is no sign of intelligent life on Earth.

All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath--so what does that make today worth?

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your life.

Anything I've done up till May 27th 1999 was kind of an illusion, existing without living. My daughter, the birth of my daughter, gave me life.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.

Do you wanna leave soon? No, I want enough time to be in love with everything... And I cry because everything is so beautiful and so short.

We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except Life, and life is multitudinous and emergent in the stream of time.

That which we call death, is but the other side of life.

Life is a hideous thing.

Nobody is the author or producer of his own life story ... somebody began it and is its subject in the twofold sense, namely, its actor and sufferer ... but nobody is the author.

In the centre of the cyclone one is off the wheel of Karma, of life, rising to join the Creators of the Universe, the Creators of us. Here we find that we have created Them who are Us.

The most glorious reason you exist is for the proclamation of the glory of God to the ends of the world. And it's more than having a nice life.