Quotes About Existence

As coisas em geral não são tão fáceis de apreender e dizer como normalmente nos querem levar a acreditar; a maioria dos acontecimentos é indizível, realiza-se em um espaço que nunca uma palavra penetrou, e mais indizíveis do que todos os acontecimentos são as obras de arte, existências misteriosas, cuja vida perdura ao lado da nossa, que passa.

Things are not all so easy to grasp and to express as most people would have us believe; most events are inexpressible, and take place in a sphere that no word has ever entered. Most inexpressible of all are works of art, existences full of secrets whose life continues alongside ours, whilst ours is transitory.

You said live out loud, and die you said lightly, and over and over again you said be.

ad?na kader dediÄŸimiz ÅŸeyin d??ar?dan insanlar?n içine girmediÄŸi, insanlar?n içinden d??ar? ç?kt??? da yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ farkedilecektir.

The main thing was being alive. That was the main thing.

For, if we think of this existence of the individual as a room - be it large or small - it is evident that most people only get to know a corner of their room, a corner by the window, a strip on which they walk up or down.

As coisas estão longe de ser todas tão tangíveis e dizíveis quanto se nos pretenderia fazer crer; a maior parte dos acontecimentos é inexprimível e ocorre num espaço em que nenhuma palavra pisou.

Perhaps you do carry within yourself the possibility forming and creating, as a particularly happy and pure way of living.

y allí donde existía una morada estable se presenta una construcción imaginaria, forma que depende sólo del pensamiento —como erigida toda y solamente en la imaginación.

And surely of all the stars that perished long ago, one still exists. I think that I know which one it is-- which one, at the end of its beam in the sky, stands like a white city . . .

Mais si, à force de constance, nous acceptons de subir l'amour comme un dur apprentissage au lieu de nous perdre aux jeux faciles et frivoles qui permettent aux hommes de se dérober à la gravité de l'existence, - alors peut-être un insensible progrès, un certain allégement pourra venir à ceux qui suivront et longtemps encore après nous. Et ce serait beaucoup

Something is true only next to something else, and I always think the world has been conceived of with sufficient space to encompass everything: that which has been does not need to be cleared from its spot but only needs to be gradually transformed, just as whatever is yet to occur does not fall from the skies at the last moment but resides always already right next to us, around us and within our heart, waiting for the cue that will summon it to visibility.

If we think of this existence of the individual as a larger or smaller room, it becomes clear that most people get to know only one corner of their room, a window seat, a strip of floor which they pace up and down. In that way they have a certain security.

Finally, after weeks of daily resistance, one finds oneself somewhat composed again, even though still a bit confused, and one says to oneself: No, there is not more beauty here than in other places, and all these objects, which have been marveled at by generation after generation, mended and restored by the hands of workmen, mean nothing, are nothing, and have no heart and no value; — but there is much beauty here, because everywhere there is much beauty

All things exist in order to become images for us in some sense. And this does not cause them any harm: for while they express us ever more clearly, our soul bows down to them to the same degree.

Warum, wenn es angeht, also die Frist des Daseins hinzubringen, als Lorbeer, ein wenig dunkler als alles andere Grün, mit kleinen Wellen an jedem Blattrand (wie eines Windes Lächeln) –: warum dann Menschliches müssen – und, Schicksal vermeidend, sich sehnen nach Schicksal?. .

Und wir: Zuschauer, immer, überall, dem allen zugewandt und nie hinaus! Uns überfüllts. Wir ordnens. Es zerfällt. Wir ordnens wieder und zerfallen selbst.

Mümkün müdür tüm gerçeklikler onlar için bir anlam ifade etmesin; mümkün müdür hayatlar? boÅŸ odalardaki saatler gibi hiçbirÅŸeye baÄŸlanmadan geçsin?

Look, the trees are; the houses we live in still stand. We alone go past them like an exchange of vapors. And things conspire to tell us nothing, half in shame, perhaps, half in unspoken hope.

What shouldn't a person be able to achieve with precisely the kind of force that is needed to dissolve the powerful, tremendous attachments of life! From that moment on I have known with certainty that the worst things, and even despair, are only a kind of abundance and an onslaught of existence that one decision of the heart could turn into its opposiite. Where things become truly difficult and unbearable, we find ourselves in a place already very close to its transformation.

Life is right, in any case.

Ein Mal jedes, nur ein Mal. Ein Mal und nicht mehr. Und wir auch ein Mal. Nie wieder. Aber dieses ein Mal gewesen zu sein, wenn auch nur ein Mal: irdisch gewesen zu sein, scheint nicht widerrufbar.

To understand our being here as one side of being in its entirety and to exhaust it passionately, this would be the demand placed on us by death; while life, as long as one truly admits it, is in every spot all of life.

Why, if this interval of being can be spent serenely in the form of a laurel, slightly darker than all other green, with tiny waves on the edges of every leaf (like the smile of a breeze)—: why then have to be human—and, escaping from fate, keep longing for fate? . . .