Quotes About Existence

you'll find as you get older the days kind of blur ... can't tell one from the other...

What does it matter who is Past or Future, if we are both alive, for what follows will follow, tomorrow or in ten thousand years. How do you know that those temples are not the temples of your own civilization one hundred centuries from now, tumbled and broken? You do not know. Then don't ask.

let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we're allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big.

But we live surrounded by paradoxes. One more shouldn't hurt us. The fact is simple enough. Through a lifetime, by ingesting food and water, we build cells, we grow, we become larger and more substantial. That which was not, is. The process is undetectable.

the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time.

Montag watched the great dust settle and the great silence move down upon their world. And lying there it seemed that he saw every grain of dust and every blade of grass and that he heard every cry and shout and whisper going up in the world now.

So, in sum, what are we? We are the creatures that know and know too much. That leaves us with such a burden again we have a choice, to laugh or cry. No other animal does either. We do both, depending on the season and the need.

Quién es usted para discutir lo que pasa? Aquí estamos. ¿Qué es la vida, de todos modos? ¿Quién decide por qué, para qué o dónde? Sólo sabemos que estamos aquí, vivos otra vez, y no hacemos preguntas.

and the books say nothing! Nothing you can teach or believe. They're about nonexistent people, figments of imagination, if they're fiction. And if they're nonfiction, it's worse, one professor calling another an idiot, one philosopher screaming down another's gullet. All of them running about, putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun. You come away lost.

Cómo? ¿Cómo se hizo todo esto? ¿Y por qué? ¿Con qué propósito? ¿Por la mera bondad de alguna intervención divina? ¿Entonces Dios se preocupa realmente por sus criaturas? ¿Cómo y por qué y para qué?

I don't talk about things, sir,' said Faber. 'I talk about the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

He aquí la respuesta, capitán. —No entiendo. —Los marcianos descubrieron el secreto de la vida entre los animales. El animal no discute la vida, vive. No tiene otra razón de vivir que la vida. Ama la vida y disfruta la vida.

Saule dedzina katru dienu. T? dedzina Laiku. Pasaule ri??o pa apli un ap savu asi, bet Laiks dedzina gadus un cilv?kus t?pat, bez vi?a l?dzdal?bas. Ja vi?š l?dz ar citiem dedzin?t?jiem dedzin?s cilv?ka roku rad?to, bet saule dedzin?s Laiku, tad ta?u nekas nepaliks p?ri!

There was a silence of the tomb yard. Sexed but sexless, the robots. Named but unnamed, and borrowing from humans everything but humanity, the robots stared at the nailed lids of their labelled F.O.B. boxes, in a death that was not even a death, for there had never been a life.

What we do is us. Because of you. For that we came.

Cuando en la oscuridad olvidamos lo cerca que estamos del vacío –decía mi abuelo–, algún día se presentará y se apoderará de nosotros, porque habremos olvidado lo terrible y lo real que puede ser.

Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat.

Kai tau devyneri metai, atrodo, kad visada buvo devyneri ir visada taip ir bus devyneri. Kai ateina trisdešimt, tai šventai tiki, kad taip vis? gyvenim? ir balansuosi ant šios puikios brandaus amžiaus ribos. O kai sukaks septyniasdešimt, tau visada ir amžinai bus septyniasdešimt. Žmogus gyvena dabartyje, vis tiek ar ji jauna, ar sena, o kitokios dabarties n?ra.

I don't talk things, sir," said Faber. "I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive.

We haven't been too bad, have we?' 'No, nor enormously good. I suppose that's the trouble--we haven't been very much of anything except us, while a big part of the world was busy being lots of quite awful things.

Nefesi burun deliklerinden girip ç?k?yordu; fakat nefesin gelip mi ç?kt???n?, ç?k?p m? girdiÄŸini önemsemiyordu.

Saben todos en el mundo...que están vivos?

Look at the world out there, my God, my God, look at it out there, outside me, out there beyond my face and the only way to really touch it is to put it where it's finally me, where it's in the blood, where it pumps around a thousand times ten thousand a day.

When life is over it is like a flicker of bright film, an instant on the screen, all of its prejudices and passions condensed and illumined for an instant on space, and before you could cry out, 'There was a happy day, there a bad one, there an evil face, there a good one,' the film burned to a cinder, the screen went dark.