Quotes About Existence

No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream, trapped in its disappearance

all movement stops and I walk in the timeless sadness of existence, tenderness flowing thru the buildings, my fingertips touching reality's face, my own face streaked with tears in the mirror of some window - at dusk - where I have no desire - for bonbons - or to own the dresses or Japanese lampshades of intellection -

I hadn't thought about what any army trains for. It merely maintains itself here for no exterior purpose.

How strange to remember anything, even a button much less a universe. 'What creature gives birth to itself?' The universe is mad, slightly mad.

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

Sheep look up revolving their jaws with empty eyes, pacific gods little gods that look at me curious & keep distant from human fame. Creatures revolving thru births and deaths, unharmed horses in a tiny gigantic vale in Wales. I am Bard to my own nature nameless as the very Vast I look at. Lay down on the warm hillside & groaned release from my body sighed thru my breast a great Ooh!

In this dream I am the Dreamer and the Dreamed I am that I am Ah but I have always known

with your eyes/with your Death full of Flowers.

We're stuck in our Selves, And who else to be stuck in? - New York to San Fran

Stop all fantasy! live in the physical world moment to moment - Dawn

We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread...

The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, my near ecstasy at existing among them The privilege to witness my existence—you too must seek the sun

THIS IS THE ACCOUNT of when all is still silent and placid. All is silent and calm. Hushed and empty is the womb of the sky. THESE, then, are the first words, the first speech. There is not yet one person, one animal, bird, fish, crab, tree, rock, hollow, canyon, meadow, or forest. All alone the sky exists. The face of the earth has not yet appeared.

what is not voiced scarcely exists; silence would gradually erase everything, and the memory would fade.

Very happy or unhappy, people disappear.

What frightened me most was, I could no longer believe in my own life as a story. Everyone needs a story, a part to play in order to avoid the realization that life is without significance. How else do any of us survive? It's what makes life bearable, even interesting. When it becomes neither, people say you've lost the plot. Or just lost it.

The living have pleasures the dead know nothing of.

Philosophy - A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.

Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.

NIHILIST, n. A Russian who denies the existence of anything but Tolstoi. The leader of the school is Tolstoi.

Birth, n.: The first and direst of all disasters.

Reality, n. The dream of a mad philosopher.

The fact that boys are allowed to exist at all is evidence of a remarkable Christian forbearance among men.

The man was Halpin Frayser.  He lived in St. Helena, but where he lives now is uncertain, for he is dead.