Quotes About Existence

In fiction the story lives the more everyone comes to life, the more each character seems to exist in his or her own right.

Life is beautiful because it doesn't last.

Food is a part of our contract with life.

No theory of the universe can be satisfactory which does not adequately account for the phenomena of life, especially in that richest form which finds expression in human personality.

War creates no absolutely new situation: it simply aggravates the permanent human situation so that we can no longer ignore it. Human life has always been lived on the edge of a precipice.

It is his absence that is part of me and has been for years. This is who I am, perhaps who we all are, keepers of the absent and the dead. It is the blessing and burden of being alive.

And what shall we know of this life on earth after death? The dissolution of our timebound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning. Rather, does the little finger know itself a member of the hand.

In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential that we embody. If we do not embody that, life is wasted.

No concept is a carrier of life.

We are the custodians of life's meaning.

Life is all we have, and if we can't look at it honestly, are we really living?

If you have life, you have purpose. It can't be otherwise.

Life is the one thing you cannot get out of alive.

Every life is finite, Will.

The life-world of human and animal experience, with colours, tastes, solid objects, is a perceptual effect of massed atoms.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.

Genius in one grand particular is like life. We know nothing of either but by their effects.

Time fleeth on, Youth soon is gone, Naught earthly may abide; Life seemeth fast, But may not last-- It runs as runs the time.

Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.

I know myself as mortal, but this raises the question: "What is I?" Am I an individual, or am I an evolving life stream composed of countless selves?

Life is now... this day, this hour...and is probably the only experience of the kind one is to have.

There's theater in life, obviously, and there's life in theater.

The charnel ground is that great graveyard in which the complexities of samsara and nirvana lie buried.