Quotes About Existence

Gracias a mis experimentos con la vida, ahora entiendo que lo que los filósofos, místicos y salvadores inmortales llamaron «paraíso terrenal» no es un lugar que visitar sino un estado en el que habitar.

Do not live as if you have ten thousand years left. Your fate hangs over you. While you are still living, while you still exist on this Earth, strive to become a genuinely great person.

We are always getting ready to live, but never living." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Man must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind him to the fact that each moment of his life is a miracle and a mystery.

Within you lies the sun, the moon, the sky and all the wonders of this universe. The intelligence that created these wonders is the same force that created you. All things around you come from the same source. We are all one.

Do not live as if you have ten thousand years left. Your fate hangs over you. While you are still living, while you still exist on this Earth, strive to become a genuinely great person." —Marcus Aurelius, Roman

We are all flesh and bones. We all come from the same universal source.

There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks, poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents. This is what has been called the dialect of moss on stone - an interface of immensity and minute ness, of past and present, softness and hardness, stillness and vibrancy, yin and yan.

Sort of pregnant. Sort of dead. Sort of Jewish. These are impossibles.

When I was a kid I used to wonder if, just maybe, the world existed only for me. If rooms ceased to exist when I stepped into the hallway and people disappeared once they left me, the rest of their lives imagined solely for my entertainment.

They ask how the universe is arranged, philosophers, mathematicians, and they draw pretty pictures, impossibilities on the page. They save phenomena by telling one ugly lie after another, epicycles upon epicycles, and the fools care not. It is not enough, I tell you, to ask how the cosmos is designed. We must ask why.

The days had no shape. They passed, which was good enough.

and you and I left with the same old question the sheer unspeakable strangeness of being here at all

The flesh of my body Is nothing in my longing. What you think I want Will be pure dust after hundreds of years and something from me be crying to something from you High up in their air.

poetry cannot speak without remembering the turns of the sun and moon, and the rhythm of the ocean, and the recurrence of human generations, the returning waves of life and death.

Oscar Wilde once said that to live is the rarest thing in the world, because most people just exist, and that's all. I don't know if he's right, but I do know that I spend a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.

Being temporary doesn't make something matter any less, because the point isn't for how long, the point is that it happened.

There's difference between being dead and dying. We're all dying. Some of us die for ninety years, and some of us die for nineteen. But each morning everyone on this planet wakes up one day closer to their death. Everyone. So living and dying are actually different words for the same thing, if you think about it.

I do know that I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.

Every man is put on earth condemned to die. Time and method of execution unknown.

And even the aches and pains that had joined her as she got older--she'd liked them. They were reminders--the back, the knee, the achy wrists--they were even friends: Feel that now, Emer. You're alive.

And then we stupidly fear one kind of death, while we have already passed and are passing so many others.

When you're young you don't realize that at every age you are always in the present, and in that sense no older;

I have been here before, I am here now, I will be here again.