Quotes About Existence

Man and society are resurrected every moment in the act of hope and of faith in the here and now; every act of love, of awareness, of compassion is resurrection; every act of sloth, of greed, of selfishness is death. Every moment existence confronts us with the alternatives of resurrection or death; every moment we give an answer. This answer lies not in what we say or think, but in what we are, how we act, where we are moving.

Olas? olmayan?n gerçekleÅŸmesi, olas?l???n s?n?rlar? içindedir.

Man is not a subject opposing the world in order to transform it; he is in the world making his being in the world the occasion for constant self-transformation

Opposition is a category of man's mind, not in itself an element of reality.

Tarih hiçbir ÅŸey deÄŸildir ve hiçbir ÅŸey yapmaz. Bir ÅŸey olan ve yapan, insand?r.

We naïvely believe that things like tables and lamps exist as such, and we fail to see that society teaches us to transform sensations into perceptions that permit us to manipulate the world around us in order to enable us to survive in a given culture. Once we have given such percepts a name, the name seems to guarantee the final and unchangeable reality of the percept.

Umut yok olduÄŸunda, yaÅŸam olgusal ya da gizil (potansiyel) olarak sona ermiÅŸtir. Umut, yaÅŸam?n doÄŸas?nda, insan ruhunun dinamiÄŸinde varolan bir öÄŸedir. YaÅŸam?n doÄŸas?n? oluÅŸturan bir baÅŸka öÄŸeye çok yak?ndan baÄŸl?d?r. Bu öge, inanç'd?r.

The necessity to find ever-new solutions for the contradictions in his existence, to find ever-higher forms of unity with nature, his fellowmen and himself, is the source of all psychic forces which motivate man, of all his passions, affects and anxieties.

life is never certain, never predictable, never controllable; in order to make life controllable it must be transformed into death; death, indeed, is the only certainty in life.

In this sense all cultures are religious and every neurosis is a private form of religion, provided we mean by religion an attempt to answer the problem of human existence.

Wie gesagt, das Leben muss noch vor dem Tode erledigt werden.

It's not much. You begin by thinking there is something extraordinary about it. But you'll find out, when you've been out in the world a while longer, unhappiness is the commonest thing there is.

One is sad when one thinks about life—cynical when one -sees what people make of it.

That is a generation's difference these days," Ferdinand continued. "A lifetime's difference. A thousand years' difference. What do you children understand of existence? You're afraid even of your own feelings. You don't write letters—you telephone; you don't dream—you go for week-end excursions; you are rational in love and irrational in politics—a pitiable race.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death. What will happen afterwards? And what can possibly become of us?

Kes suudab elada, ilma et unustaks? Aga kes suudab küllalt unustada? Mälestuste Å¡lakk, mis südant rebestab. Alles siis, kui sul enam midagi ei ole, mille nimel elada, oled vaba.

Maailmas jätkub kõige jaoks kohta. Ainult mitte inimese jaoks.

Why—the question on which all logic, all philosophy, all science has shattered up to now

Beyond this our life did not extend. And of this nothing remains.

Mes amžinai pamirštam, kad gyvenam šitoje planetoje tik trump? laik?. Tod?l ir ?sigyjame absoliu?iai klaiding? pasaulio kompleks?. Lyg b?tue žmon?s, kuriems b?t? duota gyventi amžinai.

Stebuklas, kai j? patiri, niekuomet n?ra pilnas, tik atmintis padaro j? tokiu.

Kiekvien? akimirk? jau?iame, kad negalime laim?s išlaikyti, ir n? nebandome <...> Bet jeigu mes nem?giname su?iupti jos ir sutur?ti savo šiurkš?iomis rankomis, tai gal ji, niekieno nebaidoma, išlieka m?s? aki? gilumoje? Gal ji išlieka ten, kol gyvos tos akys?

Was erwarten sie von uns, wenn eine Zeit kommt, wo kein Krieg ist? Jahre hindurch war unsere Beschäftigung Töten - es war unser erster Beruf im Dasein. Unser Wissen vom Leben beschränkt sich auf den Tod. Was soll danach noch geschehen? Und was soll aus uns werden?

and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.