Quotes About Existence

The idea of life having a purpose stands and falls with the religious system.

The most important part of living is not the living but the pondering upon it.

Your life is perfect, it is a perfect plan; it is a spontaneous miracle. It is both every moment.

People find life entirely too time-consuming.

The life we have on Earth must have spontaneously generated itself. It must therefore be possible for life to generate spontaneously elsewhere in the universe.

There's more to life than books you know, but not much more.

Your whole life passes in front of your eyes before you die. This is called living.

All interest in disease and death is only another expression of interest in life.

You have to adhere to a philosophy that the life unexamined is not worth living, because otherwise you're just living from day to day and you don't have any real sense of yourself or where you are.

Biography is the mesh through which real life escapes.

Of the rest some we know to be dead though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through the forms of life; others are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six.

We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.

Those who hate to go to bed fear death; those who hate to get up fear life.

As the cosmos are in place, so be it with your life.

It's making a statement about what life is, really. And I'm going to end the line with it.

The reason you have descended into physical life is to unleash the power of your soul upon Earth.

If you have life, you have purpose.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

The origin of the absurd idea of immortal life is easy to discover; it is kept alive by hope and fear, by childish faith, and by cowardice.

LIFE: My favorite occupation.

Consider that nirvana is itself no other than our life.

This living, this living, this living Was never a project of mine.

If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.

Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.