Quotes About Existence

Life has the name of life, but in reality it is death.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

There are no grounds for supposing that one can live a life without pain and sadness, but is it wrong to believe that somehow, somewhere, this is possible?

At some future day it will be proved, I cannot say when and where, that the human soul is, while in earth life, already in an uninterrupted communication with those living in another world.

It is said that life begins when the fetus can exist apart from its mother. By this definition, many people in Hollywood are legally dead.

Life has its dimensions in the mysterious.

Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, although they come and go by day, are like the smith's bellows: they take breath but are not alive.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee, And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?

Reality is a cruel and unintuitive place with frustrating gameplay mechanics. (Press X to thanklessly toil your life away)

When I talk of the purpose of life, I am thinking not only of human life, but of all life on Earth and of the life which must exist upon other planets throughout the universe.

Most of the time you are thinking about life, not living life.

The examined life is the only life worth living.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

The very life which we enjoy is short. [Lat., Vita ipsa qua fruimur brevis est.]

Chronological time does not exist; what indeed exists is esoteric time, because life is an eternal instant.

Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.

Do not contemplate on death; it is just an incident in life; contemplate on God, who is the master of all life.

While we wait for life, life passes

I think computer viruses should count as life.

Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.

Life, it seems, is not meaningless but, rather, so full of meaning that its meaning must be constantly murdered for the sake of cohesion and comprehension. For the sake of the storyline.

I simply write what I want, wish, long to write.... The state of human life and the god or demon within. The constant internal war that being alive can conjure.

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.