Quotes About Existence

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

The life is a wonderful thing. You have to appreciate it NOW... because you never know what is going to happen tomorrow.

Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has.

Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of lif eis limited to death.

But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?

Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.

In a certain sense you deny the existence of this world. You explain life as a state of rest, a state of rest in motion.

One life is an absurdly small allowance.

The nature o' things doesn't change, though it seems as if one's own life was nothing but change.

To condemn spontaneous and delightful occupations because they are useless for self-preservation shows an uncritical prizing of life irrespective of its content.

The brute necessity of believing something so long as life lasts does not justify any belief in particular.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

Life is a chance, a story is a chance. That I am here is a chance.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

If you haven't had your life what have you had?

Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born and at once one is guilty.

The day had gone by just as days go by. I had killed it in accordance with my primitive and retiring way of life.

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

We must be purposely kind and generous or we miss the best part of life's existence.

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?