Quotes About Existence

La planète est plus grande que nous ne l'avons jamais imaginée. Le monde est plus froid, plus ancien, plus étrange et plus mystérieux que nous ne l'avons jamais rêvé. Et nous, misérables créatures humaines avec nos innombrables outils et jouets et peurs et espoirs ne sommes qu'une petite feuille sur le grand arbre efflorescent de la vie.

In the mixture of starlight and cloud-reflected sunlight in which the desert world is now illuminated, each single object stands forth in preternatural though transient brilliance, a final assertion of existence before the coming of night: each rock and shrub and tree, each flower, each stem of grass, diverse and separate, vividly isolate, yet joined each to every other in a unity which generously includes me and my solitude as well.

A life without tragedy would not be worth living. We

A suspension of time, a continuous present.

Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.

If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?

Aloneness is inevitable in being human. People cannot accept this. They should be aware of it and use it. It heightens your perceptions.

I swear . . . if you existed I'd divorce you.

What could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it

Martha: Truth or illusion, George; you don't know the difference. George: No, but we must carry on as though we did. Martha: Amen.

If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?

If a god had made the world, might world always be right, that would be so wise, we'd be spared so much suffering. But we made the world - out of our smallness and weakness. Our lives are awkward and fragile...

Immortality appears to be a principal of the larger world we inhabit. It means to have an aspect of our existence beyond the four dimensions enfolded in space-time. The soul is still evolving and beyond mortality but this does not imply that it is eternal. There are dimensions, as we

no organised being could ever have been called into existence by other agency than by the direct intervention of a reflective mind.

Above all, the Gy-ei have a readier and more concentred power over that mysterious fluid or agency which contains the element of destruction, with a larger portion of that sagacity which comprehends dissimulation. Thus they cannot only defend themselves against all aggressions from the males, but could, at any moment when he least expected his danger, terminate the existence of an offending spouse.

Happiness is the end at which they aim, not as the excitement of a moment, but as the prevailing condition of the entire existence; and regard for the happiness of each other is evinced by the exquisite amenity of their manners.

In a moment there often dwells the sense of eternity; for when profoundly happy, we know that it is impossible to die. Whenever the soul feels itself, it feels everlasting life.

He was to know THE RENEWAL OF LIFE; the seasons that chilled to winter should yet bring again the bloom and the mirth of spring. Man's common existence is as one year to the vegetable world: he has his spring, his summer, his autumn, and winter, — but only ONCE.

Life was precious. Life was all that mattered. Yet it meant nothing if you weren't living as you wanted.

Poor Jerry. He's giving all of himself to something he's got to loose. -So does everybody...sooner or later. -Freeze on that. -On what? -On all that heavy philosophy bullshit. I'm talking about here and now and everyday important things that people live by. If you extrapolate everything-nothing matters.

What is a life? That is what we were left with: stories. They were our clothes.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; emptiness is not separate from form, form is not separate from emptiness; whatever is form is emptiness, whatever is emptiness is form.

Buddhist tradition, in fact, distinguishes two classes of people, the "common worldlings" and the "saints" (arya), who occupy two distinct planes of existence, respectively known as the "worldly" and the "supramudane." The saints alone are truly alive, while the worldlings just vegetate along in a sort of dull and aimless bewilderment. Not content with being born in the normal way, the saints have undergone a spiritual rebirth, which is technically known as "winning the path.

Here upon the earth evil is such was Shakespeare's declaration in the most emphatic accent. Iago actually exists. There is also in the earth a sacred passion of deliverance a pure redeeming ardor. Cordelia exists.