Quotes About Existence

We almost always live outside ourselves, and life itself is a continual dispersion. But it's towards ourselves that we tend, as towards a centre around which, like planets, we trace absurd and distant ellipses.

There are pigs like me that wallow in their destiny, not drawing away from the banality of daily life because they're enthralled by their own impotence.

Por qué es bello el arte? Porque es inútil ¿Por qué es tan fea la vida? Porque en ella todo son fines y propósitos. Todos sus caminos conducen de un punto hasta otro punto. ¡ojalá hubiera un camino hecho en un lugar donde nadie parta hacia otro lugar al que nadie va! Quién

There are dreamed anguishes that are more real Than the ones life brings us, there are sensations Felt only by imagining Which are more ours than our own life is. There's so often a thing which, not existing, Does exist, exists lingeringly And lingeringly is ours and us…

But everything is absurd, and dreaming least of all.

Mankind is a postponed corpse that breeds.

Great mysteries inhabit the threshold of my being.

what I am aches in me.

Existo desde el principio del mundo y, desde entonces, soy un ironista.

Dusk shrouds the long and useless day. Even the hope it denied us crumbles To nothing . . . Life is a drunken beggar Holding out his hand to his own shadow.

Isn't love at least a means of possessing ourselves through our sensations? Isn't it at least a way of dreaming vividly, and therefore more gloriously, the dream that we exist?

All I ever asked of life was that it should pass me by without my even noticing it.

Who am I behind this unreality? I don't know. I must be someone. And if I do not seek to live, to act or to feel, it is — believe me — so as not to disturb the already laid-down lines of my false persona.

At the end of this day there remains what was left behind of yesterday and what will be left behind of tomorrow: the insatiable, innumerable longing to be always the same and always other.

O único modo de estarmos de acordo com a vida é estarmos em desacordo com nós próprios. O absurdo é divino.

Between my sleeping and dreaming, Between me and the one in me Who I suppose I am, A river flows without end. "30 August 1933

How wearisome to let one's existence become something absolutely dependent on someone else's feelings; to have no option but to feel, to love a little too, whether or not it is reciprocated.

Mi irrita la felicità di tutti questi uomini che non sanno di essere infelici. La loro vita umana è piena di tutto ciò che costituirebbe una serie di angosce per una sensibilità vera. Ma poiché la loro vera vita è vegetativa, quello che subiscono passa loro accanto senza toccarli intimamente. Vivono con la fortuna autentica di vivere senza accorgersene. Per questo, comunque, vi amo tutti. Miei cari vegetali!

I'm lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don't have what I've obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I'm awake. I wake up as if I'd been sleeping, and I don't belong to me. Life, in its essence, is one big insomnia, and all that we think or do occurs in a lucid stupor.

I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. I can't want to be something. But I have in me all the dreams of the world.

Lezten Endes bleibt von diesem Tage das, was vom gestrigen blieb und vom morgigen bleiben wird: die unersättliche und nicht zählbare Begierde, immer derselbe und ein anderer zu sein.

Sou místico, mas só com o corpo. A minha alma é simples e não pensa.

Porque o único sentido oculto das cousas  É elas não terem sentido oculto

Passa uma borboleta por diante de mim E pela primeira vez no Universo eu reparo Que as borboletas não têm cor nem movimento, Assim como as flores não têm perfume nem cor. A cor é que tem cor nas asas da borboleta, No movimento da borboleta o movimento é que se move, O perfume é que tem perfume no perfume da flor. A borboleta é apenas borboleta E a flor é apenas flor.