Quotes About Existence

The fossil record quietly accounts for me...

The world has a body and I have none

The afterlife unravels before our eyes

The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

His eyes once did land on a longer piece of writing in which she put down her thoughts about the mystery of time. How one moment flowed into the next and that into the following, and so on, making an endless chain of tiny packets that defined one's existence. How no one could know what any approaching moment might hold. How they whisper by like leaves in a stream or hurtle past with great uproar, each with the prospect of changing the lives of people and nations.

As Marion Montgomery, summarizing Etienne Gilson, puts it, "We know, and know that we know, that life and meaning have real existence, though science cannot substantiate that reality because the reality at issue lies in a dimension of immateriality."4

Don't be stopped by the "if you can't define it and measure it, I don't have to pay attention to it" ploy. No one can define or measure justice, democracy, security, freedom, truth, or love. But if no one speaks up for them, if systems aren't designed to produce them, and point toward their presence or absence, they will cease to exist.

It is the consistent behavior pattern over a long period of time that is the first hint of the existence of a feedback loop.

The Earth was formed whole and continuous in the Universe, without lines.

we" are not only breathing this life, "it" is also breathing us.

How quick, brutal, and fragile is life. You are born, you live a few years in wild hope, then you are dragged back into the night. You might have breathed on a little longer, had you not dared think yourself a human creature instead of an engine of muscle and bone.

And the world kept moving, not toward any goal, just going, because that's what life does. And its bound to be better with a companion who knows how to be tender, a companion you may grow to cherish.

There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.

In short: I felt my existence was tainted, in some subtle but essential way.

Everybody wants to know why we're here, so we search for that answer. We want to know who we belong to so we search for those people and all the while God is whispering, 'Here I am.

Everybody wants to know why we're here, so we search for that answer. We want to know who we belong to so we search for those people and all the while God is whispering, 'Here I am.

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

Forgotten gods fill the layers of heaven. Quiescent, subordinate, long ago superseded. Waiting. And every so often, reminded of their own existence. ~~~

Weather meaning 'weather' and man meaning 'man.

Every soul is immortal—for whatever is in perpetual motion is immortal. Every man's soul has by the law of his birth been a spectator of eternal truth, or it would never have passed into this our mortal frame, yet still it is no easy matter for all to be reminded of their past by their present existence." —Plato

Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It's not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.

It is better to exist unknow to the law.--Irish Proverb

What we call life is really a form of water, activated and animated not by a divine principle but the energetic cosmos around it.

Geht es dir gut? Ja, sagt er, ist okay. Ist okay, tot zu sein - man hat nicht mehr all diese schrecklichen Gefühle in der Brust.