Quotes About Existence

You're nobody, son. You don't exist—can't you see that?

you often doubt if you really exist. You wonder whether you aren't simple a phantom in other people's minds. Say, a figure in a nightmare which the sleeper tries with all his strength to destroy… You ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world, that you're a part of all the sound and anguish, and you strike out with your fists, you curse and you swear to make them recognize you. And, alas, it's seldom successful.

Perhaps, like them, I was a throwback, a small distant meteorite that died several hundred years ago and now lived only by virtue of the light that speeds through space at too great a pace to realize that its source has become a piece of lead

Time was as I was, but neither that time nor that I are any more.)

Well, I was and yet I was invisible, that was the fundamental contradiction. I was and yet I was unseen. It was frightening and as I sat there I sensed another frightening world of possibilities.

We are always getting ready to live, but never living.

Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world; and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you: build, therefore, your own world.

If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.

Teach that God is, not was; that He speaketh, not spake.

Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

there is no planet, sun, or star could hold you if you but knew what you are.

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

The highest revelation is that God is in every man.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.

It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but retire a little from sight and afterwards return again.

With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.

Man is a piece of the universe made alive

the sense of being which in calm hours arises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them and proceeds obviously from the same source.... Here is the fountain of action and of thought.... We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

Truth, and goodness, and beauty are but different faces of the same all.

What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well half an hour?