Quotes About Existence

To create, I destroyed myself; I made myself external to such a degree within myself that within myself I do not exist except in an external fashion. I am the living setting in which several actors make entrances, putting on several different plays.

Walking on these streets, until the night falls, my life feels to me like the life they have. By day they're full of meaningless activity; by night, they're full of meaningless lack of it. By day I am nothing, and by night I am I. There is no difference between me and these streets, save they being streets and I a soul, which perhaps is irrelevant when we consider the essence of things

To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.

It's not demons (who at least have a human face) but Hell itself that seems to be laughing inside me, it's the croaking madness of the dead universe, the spinning cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds blowing blackly in the wind, formless and timeless, without a God who created it, without even its own self, impossibly whirling in the absolute darkness as the one and only reality, everything.

I'm almost convinced that I'm never awake. I'm not sure if I'm not in fact dreaming when I live, and living when I dream, or if dreaming and living are for me intersected, intermingled things that together form my conscious self.

I look at myself but I'm missing. I know myself: it's not me.

I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

I have no philosophy, I have senses . . . If I speak of Nature it's not because I know what it is But because I love it, and for that very reason, Because those who love never know what they love Or why they love, or what love is. To love is eternal innocence, And the only innocence is not to think . .

FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough...

Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.

Let's absurdify life, from east to west. Let us play hide-and-seek with our consciousness of living.

Life is whatever we make it. The traveller is the journey. What we see is not what we see but who we are. (76)

As vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido

There's a thin sheet of glass between me and life. However clearly I see and understand life, I can't touch it.

XIII Lightly, lightly, very lightly A very light wind passes, And it goes away just as lightly, And I don't know what I'm thinking, Nor do I wish to know.

To consider our greatest anguish an incident of no importance, not just in terms of the life of the universe, but in terms of our own souls, is the beginning of knowledge.

Since we can't extract beauty from life, let's at least try to extract beauty from not being able to extract beauty from life.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

I believe in the World as in a daisy. Because I see it. But I don't think about it Because thinking is not understanding…

I seek and don't find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.

All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.

To have opinions is to sell out to yourself. To have no opinion is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.

Tomorrow I too - this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself - yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks the streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder what's become of him?' And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I experience, will be just one less passer-by on the daily streets of some city or other.