Quotes About Existence

And the boat and the dock and the gravel on the shore, the trees sky-pointed or crouching, leaning out over the water, the complicated profile of surrounding islands and dim yet distinct mountains, seemed to exist in a natural confusion, more extravagant and yet more ordinary than anything I could dream or invent. Like a place that will go on existing whether you are there or not, and that in fact is still there.

How can you get your finger on it, feel that life beating? It was more a torment than a comfort to think about this, because I couldn't get hold of it at all. I

Jackson of course knew that books existed because people sat down and wrote them. They didn't just appear out of the blue. But why, was the question. There were books already in existence, plenty of them. Two of which he had to read at school. A Tale of Two Cities and Huckleberry Finn, each of them with language that wore you down though in different ways. And that was understandable. They were written in the past.

Also there were people going round in such clumsy ways, stopping and starting, and hordes of schoolchildren like the ones I used to keep in order. Why so many of them and so idiotic with their yelps and yells and the redundancy, the sheer un-necessity of their existence, Everywhere an insult in your face. As the shops and their signs were an insult, and the noise of the cars with their stops and starts. Everywhere the proclaiming, this is life. As if we needed, more of life.

this is not a story, only life.

A gente pensa umas coisas que preferia não pensar. Acontece na vida.

Look down, look down-see how the reeds wave in the water, they are alive but they never break the surface.

She liked to imagine that when she passed, the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was. Except when she was at work, no one knew where she was at any time of day and no one waited for her. It was immaculate anonymity.

If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.

Everything in her wanted to run -fly back to California, back to her quiet existence working among strangers. Hiding out in the folds of tree trunks and tropical petals, tucked away safely among so many foreign plants and people.

Horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or the sun; it cannot be contained.

Porque el horror de la Tierra es real y cotidiano. Es como una flor o como el sol; no puede contenerse.

By then I'd knocked around enough to know that, in the end, what adds up to a life is nothing more than the accumulation of small daily moments.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found It.

It didn't take long to realize I didn't hardly know nothing. And that if you ast yourself why you black or a man or a woman or a bush it don't mean nothing if you don't ast why you here, period

God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it.

It has been proved that the land can exist without the country - and be better for it; it has not been proved that the country can live without the land.

My fantasy life. Without it I'm afraid to exist.

This life soon be over … Heaven last always

God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it. And sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for. Trouble

There is for human beings no greater hell to fear than the one on earth.

Even if we live forever, we'll never get to a place where we can honestly say: There's nothing happening here; I'm bored. Or, you can be bored, I guess, but you can never say it's because nothing is happening. Something is always happening. In fact, everything is always happening .