Quotes About Existence

Nu ÅŸtiu ce înseamn? s? m? cunosc.Nu m? v?d pe dinl?untru.Nu cred c? eu exist undeva înd?r?tul meu.

All it takes to be complete is to exist.

V?d absenÅ£a semnificaÅ£iei din toate lucrurile. V?d asta ÅŸi m? iubesc,c?ci a fi un lucru înseamn? a nu semnifica nimic. A fi un lucru înseamn? a nu fi susceptibil de interpretare.

Some metaphors are more real than the people you see walking down the street.

If there's no earth in heaven, then let's not bother with heaven. Far better for everything to turn out to be nothing and for this plotless novel to end there.

The tragic futility of life.

Cum se face c?,spre deosebire de alÅ£ii, Imediat ce dispari,nu-mi mai e dor de tine? C?ci atunci când nu te v?d,încetezi s? exiÅŸti. Iar dac? Å£i-e dor de ceva ce nu exist?, SimÅ£i acest lucru pentru nimic.

Ä°nsan sürekli olarak soyutluÄŸun içinde yaÅŸay?nca –ister düÅŸüncenin, ister düÅŸünülmüÅŸ duygunun soyutluÄŸu olsun– çok geçmeden, hissettiÄŸinin ya da istediÄŸinin aksine, doÄŸam?z gereÄŸi en kolay alg?layabileceÄŸimiz gerçek hayata ait ÅŸeylerin bile hayalete dönüÅŸtüÄŸünü görüyor.

Nothing of nothing remains. We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly The unbreathable darkness of damp earth Whose weight we'll have to bear— Postponed corpses that procreate. Laws passed, statues seen, odes finished— All have their grave. If we, heaps of flesh Made sanguine by an inner sun, Must set, then why not they? We're tales telling tales, nothing…

Me fshi gjithçka nga dërrasa e zezë e një dite çfarëdo, me qenë i ri në çdo ag të ri, në një virgjni të re të përhershme t'emocionit: kjo dhe veç kjo ia vlen me qenë a me u pasë, për me qenë a me pasë atë që në mënyrë të papërkryeme jemi.

Por qué es bello el arte? Porque es inútil ¿Por qué es tan fea la vida? Porque en ella todo son fines y propósitos.

Dac?,din întâmplare,aceast? lume e o greÅŸeal? iar eu sunt adev?rat? Dac? lumea e o greÅŸeal? înseamn? c? este o greÅŸeal? a tuturor oamenilor. Åži fiecare dintre noi este cel puÅ£in greÅŸeala fiec?ruia dintre noi. Dar de ce îmi pun eu întreb?ri,dac? nu pentru c? sunt bolnav?

I tak, nie umiejÄ…c wierzy? w Boga ani w zwierzÄ™cÄ… zbiorowo??, nabraÅ'em - jak wszyscy inni ludzie na skraju - tego dystansu wobec wszystkiego, który nazywa siÄ™ powszechnie DekadencjÄ…. Dekadencja to caÅ'kowita utrata nieÅ›wiadomoÅ›ci, a nieÅ›wiadomo?? to fundament ?ycia. Gdyby serce mogÅ'o myÅ›le?, przestaÅ'oby bi?.

Do not make the infantile mistake of asking the meaning of things and words. Nothing has any meaning.

I'll die as I've lived, amid all the junk on the outskirts, sold by weight among the postscripts of the broken.

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.

Tudo isto é quanto a vida vale: homens e mulheres, amores supostos e vaidades factícias, subterfúgios da digestão e do esquecimento, gente remexendo-se, como bichos quando se levanta uma pedra, sob o grande pedregulho abstrato do céu azul sem sentido.

From birth to death, man is the slave of the same external dimension that rules animals. Throughout his life he doesn't live, he vegetatively thrives, with greater intensity and complexity than an animal.

O amor é um sonho que chega para o pouco ser que se é.

the prehistoric irresponsibility of the eternal waters.

I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up.

The everyday external things of the one who died

It takes a certain intellectual courage for a man to frankly recognize that he's nothing more than a human tatter, an abortion that survived, a madman not mad enough to be committed; and once he recognizes this, it takes even more moral courage to devise a way of adapting to his destiny, to accept without protest and without resignation, without any gesture or hint of a gesture, the organic curse imposed on him by Nature.

With Destiny driving the wagon of everything down the road of nothing.