Quotes About Existence

But I lay down that pride before God, who brought me out of nothingness to make me what I am.

In questo mondo non ci sono né felicità ne infelicità, esiste solo il confronto tra una condizione e l'altra, ecco tutto. Solo chi abbia provato l'estremo dolore è in grado di percepire l'estrema felicità. Bisogna aver voluto morire per sapere quanto è bello vivere.

man is but an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you?—do you believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called anything?" Villefort's

God wills it that man whom he has created, and in whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the love of life, should do all in his power to preserve that existence, which, however painful it may be, is yet always so dear.

L'avenir est à Dieu, le présent est à nous, mais le passé est au néant.

Adev?rat, monseniore. M? simt fericit de când m? aflu aici È™i numai pentru c? m? aflu aici. Privesc cu o bucurie plin? de înduioÈ™are casele, copacii, drumurile, pe care un str?in nici nu poate s? le bage de seam?. Hot?rât, nu respiri bine, cred eu, decât aerul pe care l-ai respirat în ziua când ai venit pe lume!

Totul, prin urmare, e un vis pe lumea aceasta! Un vis a fost leg?tura inimilor noastre! Aceast? via?? care a b?nuit la dragoste ?i fericire, totul a fost un vis!

Não existe felicidade nem infelicidade neste mundo, o que existe é comparação entre esses dois estados, nada mais. Só aquele que passou pelo extremo infortúnio pode sentir a extrema felicidade. É preciso ter querido morrer, Maximilien, para saber como é bom viver.

Ni-l închipuim pe Dumnezeu, dar simÈ›im dragostea; nu cumva dragostea este singurul, unicul È™i adev?ratul Dumnezeu?

César avait appris de l'existence à souffrir la vie et des romans à s'en échapper

But a democracy can only obtain truth as the result of experience, and many nations may forfeit their existence whilst they are awaiting the consequences of their errors.

However enlightened and however skilful a central power may be, it cannot of itself embrace all the details of the existence of a great nation.

Among all beings, man alone shows a natural distaste for existence and an immense desire to exist: he scorns life and fears nothingness. These different instincts constantly push his soul toward the contemplation of another world, and it is religion that leads him there. So religion is only a particular form of hope, and it is as natural to the human heart as hope itself.u

Man springs out of nothing, crosses time, and disappears forever in the bosom of God; he is seen but for a moment, staggering on the verge of the two abysses, and there he is lost.

In America, as in France, [the press] constitutes a singular power, so strangely composed of mingled good and evil that it is at the same time indispensable to the existence of freedom, and nearly incompatible with the maintenance of public order.

La vida es carácter. Carácter es conflicto. Conflicto es vida. Ese es el círculo vicioso en que todos estamos encerrados. También tú»

Being human means losing everything we love best in the world, she murmured as she released me. But would you ask to be anything else?

Life is a mystery, and it should be so, for the sorrow that accompanies being human and the choices one will have to make are a burden, too heavy for most to know before their time comes.

The best way to die is when you're living.

We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned, forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

He'd thought he was lost, but now he recognized that eternity was around him, like salt from a shaker or stars in the sky.

A lifetime is a lifetime whether it lasts one night or a hundred years.

People say there's the Angel of Life and the Angel of Death, but there's another one, too. The one who walks among us.' He could tell that she was listening. 'He's nothing fierce or terrible or filled with light. He's like us, sometimes we can't even tell him apart. Sometimes we're the ones who try to save him. He's there to show us who we are. Human beings aren't Gods. We make mistakes.