Quotes About Existence

And that somehow made it easier for both of them; and so she had decided that even if there were no angels, we might still wish to believe in them because that made our life more bearable, and she was not ashamed to think like that.

Perhaps there was no real point to our existence–or none that we could discern–and that meant that the real question that had to be asked was this: How can I make my life bearable? We are here whether we like it or not, and by and large we seem to have a need to continue. In that case, the real question to be addressed is: How are we going to make the experience of being here as fulfilling, as good as possible?

For most of us, life is lived with the philosophical volume turned half down. Yes, the world may be beautiful and intense and moving; yes, the very fact of human existence poses the most extraordinarily profound dilemmas; yes, our every act may involve finely nuanced decisions that have to be made; but we have a bus to catch, but we have a bill to pay, but we have to collect the children from school, but Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I am immensely fortunate. I am alive. In this vast cosmos of swirling planets, so many of them sterile and dead, baking or swathed in clouds of methane or whatever it is they are swathed in, I am alive in a dear green place…and there is somebody who actually loves me.

The best reason for disbelieving in God is that he never gave us enough time in life to pursue enough knowledge to find sufficient truth.

The problem with most people," Dad said once, not necessarily implying that I counted as most people, but not discounting the possibility either, "is that they want to be alive for as long as possible without having any idea whatsoever how to live.

You can't insist on a life. A life insists on you.

You don't have to do anything, you only have to be what you are.

Now I'd like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!

If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.

Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.

I maintain my pride in the face of men, but I abandon it before God, who drew me out of nothingness to make me what I am.

Why, in truth, sir, was Monte Cristo's reply, man is but an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? — do you believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called anything?

In this world, all--men, women, and kings--must live for the present. We can only live for the future for God

There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another.

what is life? Is it not a hall in Death's anteroom?

A meno che non muoia, sarò sempre ciò che sono.

We shine like those fires and those stars; we sigh like those waves; we suffer like those great ships, which are worn out in ploughing the waves, in obeying the wind which urges them towards an end, as the breath of God blows us towards a port. Everything likes to live, Raoul; and everything is beautiful in living things.

What is death? One step further into calm and two perhaps into silence.

Truth, most succinctly defined is: That Which Is So. Non-Truth, most succinctly defined is: That Which Is Not So.

God grew this. Life grew this. Love grew this. God, Life, Love – Interchangeable terms.

If there is a change, there must be some thing that changes, yet does not change

the world is no fit place for human beings. we harm and ache.

God is the sound when there is none.