Quotes About Existence

Time appears as a result of our actions, and vanishes when we neglect or ignore it. It is something that springs into life under our influence, but falls into a state of hibernation, even nonexistence, if we do not direct our energy toward it. It is subservient, passive essence, and most importantly, one dependent on man. The absolute opposite of time as it is understood in the European worldview.

Incluso la peor de las situaciones, si en tal nos hallamos, se descompone en elementos simples entre los cuales habrá algunos a los que asirse, como las ramas de un arbusto que creciese en la costa, para oponer resistencia a los remolinos que nos tiran hacia el fondo. Esa grieta, ese islote y esa rama nos mantienen en la superficie de la existencia.

Czas pojawia siÄ™ w wyniku naszego dziaÅ'ania, a znika, kiedy go zaniechamy albo w ogóle nie podejmiemy. Jest to materia, która pod naszym wpÅ'ywem mo?e zawsze o?y?, ale popadnie w stan hibernacji i nawet niebytu, je?eli nie udzielimy jej naszej energii. Czas jest istnoÅ›ciÄ… biernÄ…, pasywnÄ… i przede wszystkim – zale?nÄ… od czÅ'owieka.

W czÅ'owieku, który uwa?a, ?e wszystko ju? byÅ'o i nic nie mo?e go zdziwi?, umarÅ'o to, co najpiÄ™kniejsze - uroda ?ycia.

Life, they say, comes down to a few concrete things: A shovel. Payday. A movie. Wine. What else? Is everything else an aroma diffused on the air? It is, because you can smell it, but how can you grasp it?

Pese a un mapamundi totalmente nuevo, el cometido de observar, examinar, interpretar y describir la filosofía y la existencia, el pensamiento y las condiciones de vida de tres cuartas partes de la humanidad, sigue -igual que en el siglo XIX- en manos de un reducido grupo de especialistas: antropólogos, etnógrafos, viajeros, periodistas…

Verdaderamente la vida no está en los extremos. La vida y, por tanto, la realidad del mundo, están en el medio, no en los extremos

Whoever has weapons, has food. Whoever has food, has power. We are here among people who do not contemplate transcendence and the existence of soul, the meaning of life and the nature of being. We are in a world in which man, crawling on the earth, tries to dig a few grains of wheat out of the mud, just to survive another day.

Whiteness is often associated with finality, with the end, with death. In those cultures in which people live with the fear of death, mourners dress in black, to scare death away from themselves, isolate it, confine it to the deceased. But here, where death is regarded as another form, another shape of existence, mourners dress in white and dress the deceased in white: whiteness is here the color of acceptance, consent, of a surrender to fate.

How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?

The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.

It is impossible to exist without passion

Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I want to see him.

The thing is to understand myself: the thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die. That is what I now recognize as the most important thing.

Every mental act is composed of doubt and belief, but it is belief that is the positive, it is belief that sustains thought and holds the world together.

The self is a relation which relates itself to its own self, or it is that in the relation that the relation relates itself to its own self; the self is not the relation but that the relation relates itself to its own self.

For he who loves God without faith reflects on himself, while the person who loves God in faith reflects on God.

Whoever has learned to be anxious in the right way has learned the ultimate.

This, then, is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.

No one comes back from the dead, no one has entered the world without crying; no one is asked when he wishes to enter life, nor when he wishes to leave.

Language has time as its element; all other media have space as their element.

It is quite true what Philosophy says: that Life must be understood backwards. But that makes one forget the other saying: that it must be lived—forwards. The more one ponders this, the more it comes to mean that life in the temporal existence never becomes quite intelligible, precisely because at no moment can I find complete quiet to take the backward- looking position.

I opened my eyes and saw the real world, and I began to laugh, and i haven't stopped since.