Quotes About Existence

E assim escondo-me atrás da porta, para que a Realidade, quando entra, me não veja. Escondo-me debaixo da mesa, donde, subitamente, prego sustos à Possibilidade. De modo que desligo de mim, como aos dois braços de um amplexo, os dois grandes tédios que me cingem- o tédio de poder viver só o Real, e o tédio de poder conceber só o Possível.

Entre o Sono e Sonho Entre o sono e sonho, Entre mim e o que em mim É o quem eu me suponho Corre um rio sem fim. Passou por outras margens, Diversas mais além, Naquelas várias viagens Que todo o rio tem. Chegou onde hoje habito A casa que hoje sou. Passa, se eu me medito; Se desperto, passou. E quem me sinto e morre No que me liga a mim Dorme onde o rio corre — Esse rio sem fim.

It did not take long to conclude that, without God, would never come to understand where the universe began and where it ended, where it came from him, where he would go

La vida no es como las medicinas, que todas vienen con su prospecto en el que se explican las contraindicaciones del producto y se detalla la dosis en que debe ser consumido. Nos la dan sin receta, la vida, y sin prospecto. La ética no puede suplir del todo esa deficiencia porque no es más que la crónica de los esfuerzos hechos por los humanos para remediarla.

La ciencia describe y explica la realidad, pero la literatura expresa lo que supone para nosotros formar parte de esa realidad.

Pero el sufrimiento pasa. Si la vida, que es todo, pasa, por qué no han de pasar el amor y el dolor y todas las demás cosas, que no son más que partes de la vida.

La vida del hombre no puede "ser vivida" repitiendo los patrones de su especie; es él mismo –

De cerca o de lejos, siempre éramos conscientes de nuestro vínculo, del lazo de fuego que nos hacía existir en la calma y en la borrasca.

El sentido de todo, el lugar donde él estará para siempre.

Los existencialistas no piensan en el hombre como especie, sino en su absoluta singularidad. En

Llegar al mundo es llegar a nuestro mundo, al mundo de los humanos.

The Irish Times ran an editorial in 1956, full of dark intimations that the Irish would become like other indigenous peoples who had lost out in the Darwinian struggle for survival: 'What matters is that we will disappear as a composite race. We will add our name or names to those of the races that assimilate us; but as an entity, we will cease to exist.

Everything is composed of small particles of itself and they are flying around in concentric circles and arcs and segments and innumerable other geometrical figures too numerous to mention collectively, never standing still or resting but spinning away and darting hither and thither and back again, all the time on the go. These diminutive gentlemen are called atoms. Do you follow me intelligently?

De Selby likens the position of a human on the earth to that of a man on a tight-wire who must continue walking along the wire or perish, being, however, free in all other respects. Movement in this restricted orbit results in the permanent hallucination known conventionally as 'life' with its innumerable concomitant limitations, afflictions and anomalies.

The meanest bloody thing in hell made this world.

You mean that because I have no name I cannot die and that you cannot be held answerable for death even if you kill me?

What is a sheep only millions of little bits of sheepness whirling around and doing intricate convolutions inside the sheep? What else is it but that?

Is it life?' he answered.'I would rather be without it' he said, ' for there is a queer small utility in it. You cannot eat it or drink it or smoke it in your pipe, [...] It is a great mistake and a thing better done without, like red-bars and foreign bacon.

It has no size at all, the Sergeant explained, because there is no difference anywhere in it and we have no conception of the extent of its unchanging coequality.

human existence de Selby has defined as 'a succession of static experiences each infinitely brief, a conception which he is thought to have arrived at from examining some old cinematographic films which belonged probably to his nephew

I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's, but behind all of them, there's only one truth and that is that there is no truth... No truth behind all truths is what I and this church preach! Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... In yourself right now is all the place you've got.

I don't have to run from anything because I don't believe in anything.

The world was made for the dead. Think of all the dead there are...There's a million times more dead than living and the dead are dead a million times longer than the living are alive...

Simone Weil's] life is almost a perfect blend of the Comic and the Terrible, which two things may be opposite sides of the same coin. In my own experience, everything funny I have written is more terrible than it is funny, or only funny because it is terrible, or only terrible because it is funny.