Quotes About Existence

But come here, fear I am alive and you are so afraid of dying

Through her eyes I came to see that all is spiritual and we either move about respectfully within it, or we are lost.

Untitled Either a snail's moist web of moonlight, or someone's hot breath at four a.m. when the night has been too much, has eaten you whole. This is my life. It has been sifted through the bones of my body, through blood. It is all that I have.

Time and how are the mysterious elements of any life.

Sometimes it is like facing the dreamer who knows the you of blood and stars—

And we go on, keep giving birth and watch ourselves die, over and over. And the ground spinning beneath us goes on talking.

Forever will be a day like this.

Which is why we say I can't live without you meaning your life gives life to me, who am otherwise an empty vessel, nameless.

Whoever's reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we are living now, and the connection must be there? Like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously?

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.

Time is the element in which we exist... We are either borne along by it or drowned in it.

There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.

What does it mean to be born? After we die, will it be the same thing as it was before we were born? Or a different kind of nothingness? Because there might be knowledge then. Memory.

There is something female about being dead.

These are the moments for which we live.

I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space- who else?

Our great American philosopher William James has said - We have as many personalities as there are people who know us. To which I would add We have no personalities unless there are people who know us. Unless there are people we hope to convince that we deserve to exist.

So you don't believe we have souls I guess? and Legs laughed and said, Yeah probably we do but why's that mean we're gonna last forever? Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

And the thought consoled me, as it does now: everything you believe you have imagined is real. You have only to outlive it.

To the young there are no degrees of old just as there are no degrees of dead - either you are, or you are not.

I would know of myself through the witnessing and naming of others. As Jesus in the Gospels is only seen and spoken of and recorded by others. I would know my existence and the value of that existence through others' eyes, which I believed I could trust as I could not trust my own.

We are beasts and this is our consolation.

Only where there is life can there be home.