Quotes About Existence

Why does motion sadden him?

What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning 'placed on top', 'added', 'appended', 'foreign'. Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions, but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

All our paths lead to death.

Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.

Feelings aren't right or wrong. They just are.

I continue to be interested in the fact that children come out of your body, that giving birth is like pulling the sleeve of death inside out.

Nature abhors a vacuum. And so do I.

Le monde est en ordre Les morts dessous Les vivants dessus

Our civilization really does not harbour a concept of the whole of life

Emotions are lovely. Even if they fall to the negative for a time. The sun will rise again another day. The sadness perhaps never forgotten, but a new day enjoyed in another way. A way that could not have been but for the sadness's existence.

Who wills, Can. Who tries, Does. Who loves, Lives.

Any given moment—no matter how casual, how ordinary—is poised, full of gaping life.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

In working with the wounded at Gallipoli, the lead character comments, "Perhaps life was the nightmare and death the awakening.

There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world- its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of ther beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

Rats live on no evil star

The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.

Un bacio nell'incavo del ginocchio è un fruscio di falena alla zanzariera e sì amore mio un puntino luminoso sull'ecometro è Campanellino con la tossetta e due volte perderò l'onore e le stelle saranno confitte come puntine nella notte sì oh sì sì sì due chioccioline all'incavo del ginocchio che accen- dono falò simili a ci- glia che sfregano sì sì sì come pietrina d'accendino bic: e così esisto!

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

I am God, la de dah.

We imagine that we want to escape our selfish and commonplace existence, but we cling desperately to our chains.