Quotes About Existence

because no matter how we try to explain it—through religion or randomness, it doesn't matter—existence just doesn't seem to make any sense.

I had a philosophy instructor at the U of I say that the only question that mattered in all of philosophy was Verlaine's "Why are we born to suffer and die?

Life has no meaning but what we give it. I wish a few more of ye would give it a little.

In Living in Spanglish I posit the coming of existence of this forwars-looking race that obliterates all races, stripping away Vasaconelos's petty resentment of Anglo culture and patronizing Euro-centrist, and acknowledge a cultural-economic inevitability that is hemispheric in nature. Note: Jose Vasaconelos wrote 1925 essay "La Raza cosmica" [The Cosmic Race] asserting, "Por mi raza hablara mi espiritu [The Spirit will speak through my race.

Everything created in the world should be seen in the context of existing for God's glory.

I wanna live 'til I die. No more, no less.

There was no religion in my life growing up. Did God invent us or did we invent God?

I want to live till I die. No more, no less.

A kiss to Mother Earth for carrying me all these years.

That's what the army did, it created crises before any existed; it created a military emergency out of the void, the way God created the heavens and the earth.

I live this life as have the fates decreed.

Invisible things are the only realities.

And the fever called "Living"Is conquered at last.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

Birth in the physical is death in the spiritual. Death in the physical is birth in the spiritual.

It takes life to love life.

Human love is greater than divine love…divine love is at worst an illusion, at best a dream for some imaginary future time. Human love is here and now.

Am I alive and a reality, or am I but a dream?

They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.

Mind and spirit together make up that which separates us from the rest of the animal world, that which enables a man to know the truth and that which enables him to die for the truth.

All things are at odds when God sets a thinker loose on the planet

There are few efforts more conducive to humility than that of the translator trying to communicate an incommunicable beauty. Yet, unless we do try, something unique and never surpassed will cease to exist except in the libraries of a few inquisitive book lovers.