Quotes About Existence

We are just stardust after all.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do

That is what all creatures great and small are made of. Leftover stardust. An atom exploded, and all the dust became the planets, the stars...and us. That's all anything amounts to.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do.

It never occurred to me before, but there could have easily been a world with no buses, no horns honking, no red lights, no shopping carts, no gum stick to the bottom of benches downtown. For that matter I guess there also could have been no sun, no trees, and no ocean. None of those things had to exist, I guess. It makes me feel lucky that they do.

No one wants to disappear. Words pin things down and make them real, and they last so much longer than we do.

Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we're only what we've done and what we are going to do. I

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become… at least they have one.

The trouble with running is wherever you run to, there you are.

If there was a God, the world seemed exactly the way it would be if there wasn't one.

Of all things, men most love to watch ohers face Death. It reminds them they yet live.

A man is lent, not given, life.

As a child, when I first heard the story of Creation, I'd closed my eyes and pictured the earth as a ball rolling off the palm of God and into dark space, then drifting around until it found its home in sunny orbit. Never perfect, but ever spinning, and holding on to her course, despite it all.

All over the world, people are looking at the same stars, the same moon, the same sun, every day. Somehow, I didn't feel so isolated when I thought of it that way.

It was the kind of terrified look that reminds you that no matter how rational or grown up a person might seem, some part of him is absolutely sure - knows - that an evil other-world exists just outside of our regular, everyday world. And that although we don't expect that world to collide with our calm, predictable one...well, really, at any moment that is exactly what might happen.

She had no history and nothing to plan for. It was all over for the time being. She just was.

We're part of the sky, and the rocks in your mother's garden, and that old man who sleeps by the train station. We're all interconnected, and when you see that, you see how beautiful life is. Your mother and sisters don't have that awareness. Not yet, anyway. They believe they're contained in their bodies, in the biographical facts of their lives.

Mark Twain quote about how the only reason for time is so everything doesn't happen at once? I feel like everything that's ever happened in my life is happening

She existed outside her own body-she was scattered across this ground-but somehow this made her feel less vulnerable. She was painted into this family, mirrored in her father's face. She was more abundant than she'd believed possible.

The passage of time, and the details that spun some moments into unforgettable memories and others into thin air, traveled with Sylvie--the swirling atmosphere of her own life--while she walked.

the only reason for time is so everything doesn't happen at

Then he bites an O in half and wills himself to remember nothing, think nothing, until all that exists is a flatness - a flatness he now identifies as himself.

We're all interconnected, and when you see that, you see how beautiful life is.

they're contained in their bodies, in the biographical facts of their lives.