Quotes About Existence

That's what existence means: draining one's own self dry without the sense of thirst.

Ik begreep opeens dat er geen tussenweg was tussen niet-bestaan en deze weemakende overdadigheid. Als je bestond, moest je *bestaan tot op dat punt*, tot aan de verschimmeling, het zwellen, tot aan de obsceniteit. In een andere wereld behouden cirkels, melodieën, hun zuivere, strakke lijnen. Maar het bestaan is een aftakelingsproces.

L'importance n'est pas ce que l'on fait de l'Homme, mais ce qu'il fait de ce que l'on a fait de lui.

Cada instante aparece para traer los siguientes. Me aferro a cada instante con toda el alma; sé que es único, irremplazable, y sin embargo no movería un dedo para impedir su aniquilación.

El tiempo es demasiado ancho, no se deja llenar. Todo lo que uno sumerge en él se ablanda y se estira.

Construyo mis recuerdos con el presente. Estoy desechado, abandonado en el presente. En vano trato de alcanzar el pasado; no puedo escaparme.

Existence is prior to essence.

The urge for sin is the contamination of the false ego (aha?k?ra). Due to false ego a conditioned soul thinks that he is the center and enjoyer of existence; therefore, he is not inclined to be restrained by God's law.

Bringing people into the here-and-now. The real universe. That's the present moment. The past is no good to us. The future is full of anxiety. Only the present is real--the here-and-now. Seize the day.

How should I know why! I didn't invent human beings, Iggy.

The earth is literally a mirror of thoughts. Objects themselves are embodied thoughts. Death is the dark backing that a mirror needs if we are to see anything.

Everyone tries to create a world he can live in, and what he can't use he often can't see. But the real world is already created, and if your fabrication doesn't correspond, then even if you feel noble and insist on there being something better than what people call reality, that better something needn't try to exceed what, in its actuality, since we know it so little, may be very surprising. If a happy state of things, surprising; if miserable or tragic, no worse than what we invent.

In the end you can't save your soul and life by thought. But if you think , the least of the consolation prizes is the world.

A good American makes propaganda for whatever existence has forced him to become.

What art thou?' Nothing. That's the answer. Nothing. In the heart of hearts- Nothing! So of course you can't stand that and want to be Something, and you try. But instead of being this Something, the man puts it over on everybody instead.

The earth is a huge ball which nothing holds up in space except its own motion and magnetism, and we conscious things who occupy it believe we have to move too, in our own space. We can't allow ourselves to lie down and not to do our share and imitate the greater entity.

At times I feel like a socket that remembers its tooth.

What's life? Metabolism? That's what it is for the bugs.

There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are, and what this life is for.

Death discredits. Survival is the whole success. The voice of the dead goes away. There isn't any memory. The power that's established fills the earth and destiny is whatever survives, so whatever is is right.

My next idea was how nothing was more dreadful than to be forced by another to feel his persuasion as to how horrible it is to exist, how deathly to hope, and taste the same despair. How of all the impositions this was the worst imposition. Not just to be as they make you but to feel as they dictate. If you didn't have the strongest alliance you surely would despair at last and your mouth would drink blood.

omul fie creeaza,fie distruge..neutralitate nu exista..

Death is going to take the boundaries away from us, that we should no more be persons. That's what death is about. When that is what life also wants to be about, how can you feel except rebellious?

History, memory – that is what makes us human, that, and our knowledge of death: 'by man came death.' For knowledge of death makes us wish to extend our lives at the expense of others. And this is the root of the struggle for power.