Quotes About Existence

Africa, have you seen it? No? Then is it truly there?...And the past, did it happen? And the future, will it come? Believe in your own eyes and you'll get into a lot of trouble'.

Reality can have metaphorical content; that does not make it less real.

Are you familiar, he said finally, with the Bang? The Big Bang? Luka asked. Or some other Bang I don't know about? There was only one Bang, said Nobodaddy, so the adjective Big is redundant and meaningless. The Bang would only be Big if there was at least one other Little or Medium-Sized or even Bigger Bang to compare it with, and to differentiate it from.

But if a peacock dances in the jungle, there is nobody to see its tail.

This is our tragedy....our fictions are killing us, but if we didn't have those fictions, maybe that would kill us too.

to live inside fictions created by untruths or the withholding of actual truths. Maybe human life was truly fictional in this sense, that those who lived it didn't understand it wasn't real.

Life's bruises demythologise us all. The earth gapes.

one man long as a life and thin as a lie

And my grandfather, lurching upright, made a resolve. Stood. Rolled cheroot. Stared across the lake. And was knocked forever into that middle place, unable to worship a God in whose existence he could not wholly disbelieve. Permanent alteration: a hole.

since the past exists only in one's memories and the words which strive vainly to encapsulate them, it is possible to create past events simply by saying they occurred.

Nothing is forever, he thought beyond closed eyelids somewhere over Asia Minor. Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream. Or if not unhappiness, then at least melancholy.

Yet I myself am a discontinuous being, not what I was meant to be, no longer what I was.

Een man hoeft slechts zijn intellectuele tienertijd te bereiken, of hij gaat vermoeden dat het leven geen klucht is; dat het zelfs geen elegant blijspel is; dat het integendeel bloeit en vrucht draagt uit de onpeilbare tragische diepten van wezenlijk gebrek waarin de wortels steken van wie het leeft.

El hecho de estar vivo te compensa de lo que te hace la vida.

I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each "I," every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.

El hecho de estar vivo te compensa de las cosas que te hace la vida.

just as we cannot write the stories of our own deaths, which is our tragedy, to be stories whose endings can never be known, not even to ourselves, because we are no longer there to know them.

Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come.

Human life was lived between two chasms, a Russian writer had said, the one that preceded our birth, "the cradle rocks above an abyss," and the one we were all "heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour).

He needed her so badly, to reassure himself of his own existence

Suspiro ergo sum.

Bir iç çekiÅŸ yaln?zca iç çekiÅŸ deÄŸildir. Dünyay? içimize çekeriz, soluÄŸumuzla birlikte d?? dünyaya anlam da veririz. YapabildiÄŸimiz sürece. YapabildiÄŸimiz kadar?yla.

cling to the love of being alive and living a decent life. That's the love that makes you real.

o give a thing a name, a label, a handle; to rescue it from anonymity, to pluck it out of the Place of Namelessness, in short to identify it — well, that's a way of bringing the said thing into being.