Quotes About Existence

people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

What mazes there are in this world. The branches of trees, the filigree of roots...None more complicated than the human brain...what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes.

Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Jutta prowl the ionosphere,searching for that lavish,penetrating voice.When they find it,Werner feels as if he has been launched into a different existence,a secret place where great discoveries are possible,where an orphan from a coal town can solve some vital mystery hidden in the physical world.

Cada minuto que passa é um minuto a menos nesta casa. Nesta vida.

But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

Don't you want to be alive before you die?

This is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.

What mazes there are in this world. The branches of trees, the filigree of roots, the matrix of crystals, the streets her father re-created in his models. Mazes in the nodules on murex shells and in the textures of sycamore bark and inside the hollow bones of eagles. None more complicated than the human brain, Etienne would say, what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes. She

None more complicated than the human brain, Etienne would say, what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram within which spin universes

And to Marie Laure this is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.

Open your eyes, concludes the man, and see what you can with them before they close forever, and

God's truth? How long do these intolerable moments last for God? A trillionth of a second? The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness. That's God's truth.

I'm only alive because I have not yet died.

Another hour, another day, another year. Lump of carbon no larger than a chestnut. Mantled with algae, bedecked with barnacles. Crawled over by snails. It stirs among the pebbles.

Each minute that passes is one fewer in this house. In this life.

It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world—what pretensions humans have!

Open your eyes and see what you can before they close forever.

The wizard laughed. "Even if you grew wings, foolish fish, you could not fly to a place that is not real." "Wrong," I said, "it does exist. Even if you don't believe in it, I do. Otherwise what's it all been for?

all times and all stories being one and the same in the end.

Every cell in a dying body winks out at its own pace.

By then Mkondo had become more than a game; it was the one way she could be certain she was alive.

The big trunk of the umbrella pine looms outside the window, living its two lives—the upper world of needles and stems, the lower world of roots and soil.

We are dust only after all our water evaporates.

from Marilynne Robinson's Gilead comes back to me. "There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, every one of them sufficient.