Quotes About Existence

The secret of our being still asks to be unfolded. Only now we understand that worrying at it and ragging it is no use. The first step is to stop these oscillations of consciousness that are keeping me awake. Only, before you command the oscillations to stop, before you check out, you must maneuver yourself into a position in which metaphysical aid can approach.

In this view the body itself, with its two arms and vertical length, was compared to the Cross, on which you knew the agony of consciousness and separate being.

Sre?a je besmislen pa ?ak i škodljiv pojam ako nije doista sveobuhvatna...

I will do no more to enact the peculiarities of life. This is done well enough without my special assistance.

So deformity has overtaken love and love is a power that can't let us alone. It can't because we owe our existence to acts of love performed before us, because love is a standing debt of the soul.

More than human, can you have any use for life? Less than human, you don't either.

But can thought wake you from the dream of existence? Not if it becomes a second realm of confusion, another more complicated dream, the dream of intellect, the delusion of total explanations.

yourself." "Yes," I agreed. "It has a specific kind of satisfaction, the bad of it guarantees it as real experience. This is what we go through, and it's what existence is like. The brain is a mirror and reflects the world.

the cant and rant of pipsqueaks about Inauthenticity and Forlornness.

Now: the first requirement of stability in a human being was that the said human being should really desire to exist. This is what Spinoza says.

The human being, more and more oppressed by the peculiar terms of his existence - one time around for each, no more than a single life per customer - has to think of the boredom of death. O those eternities of nonexistence! For people who crave continual interest and diversity, O! how boring death will be! To live in the grave, in one place, how frightful!

All who live are in despair.(?) And that is the sickness unto death.(?) It is that a man refuses to be what he is.(?)

Poštovani prof. dr. Heideggeru, zanimalo bi me šta Vi mislite pod izrazom 'utapanje u svakidašnjicu'. Kad je došlo do tog utapanja? Gdje ste Vi stajali kad se to dogodilo?

the old lady to the movies or reading. Once in a while he slipped away to a lecture. He was studying law too. Grammick wasn't going to be sucked away from all private existence. I went along with this rush

I imagine, sometimes, that if a film could be made of one's life, every other frame would be death. It goes so fast we're not aware of it. Destruction and resurrection in alternate beats of being, but speed makes it seem continuous. But you see, kid, with ordinary consciousness you can't even begin to know what's happening.

shrunken passages of his body. And then the body, too – ah, God! – wastes away; and leaves its bones, and even the bones at last wear away and crumble to dust in that shallow place of deposit. And thus humanized, this planet in its galaxy of stars and worlds goes from void to void, infinitesimal, aching with its unrelated significance.

I always suspected of him that he had in some fashion discovered that there were ways in which to be human was unutterably dismal, and that all his life was given over to avoiding those ways.

There's this sense, you know: the impossibility of life, the provisional character and everything, the impossibility of finding anchorage, the insecurity, the hand to mouth existence, the terrible things that life does to you, and well, of course, growing is monotonous, so I try not to grow too much.

Since the last question, also the first one, the quesiton of death, offers us the interesting alternatives of disintegrating ourselves by our own wills in proof of our freedom, or the acknowledging that we owe a human life to this waking spell of existence, regardless of the void.

I pray for meaning. I pray for the limits of reality to become clear. For a world – and a type of being – that makes sense. I pray for a life after death that is not like this life. I pray for the end of mystery. What would a life be like with all the mysteries solved? If there were no questions, there'd be no stories. If there were no stories, there'd be no language. If there was no language there'd be no . . . What?

In real life nothing means anything. Stuff happens and there just is no structure.

Nu. Nu ma întelegi. De ce lasa el sa existe boala si bolnavi? Din doua una:ori e rau, ori nu prea e cine stie ce de capul lui.

Vrei sa spui ca la "Viata" nu exista solutie? – Vreau sa spun ca la "Viata" exista mai multe solutii, prin urmare ea n-are solutie. – Dupa mine, Tanti Roz, singura solutie la viata este sa traiesti.

the brut first knows death when it dies, but man draws consciously nearer to it every hour that he lives; and this makes his life at times a questionable good even to him who has not recognised this character of constant anaihilation in the whole of life.