Quotes About Existence

En el mundo no había nada que ganar, que su vida estaba llena de aventuras diferentes y desatinadas igual que la mía, y que el tiempo sencillamente se escurre sin sentido alguno

She said that since then she had been very careful never to forget that we are very crowded beings, full of physics, astrophysics, biology, religion, soul, bourgeoisie, proletariat, capital, work, profit, politics, many harmonious phrases, many unharmonious, the chaos inside and the chaos outside.

things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's

En qué desorden vivíamos, cuántos fragmentos de nosotros mismos salían volando como si vivir fuese estallar en esquirlas.

that to trust in a God, a Jesus, the Holy Spirit—this last a completely superfluous entity, it was there only to make up a trinity, notoriously nobler than the mere binomial father-son—was the same thing as collecting trading cards while the city burns in the fires of hell.

le moindre choix a son histoire, et beaucoup d'événements de notre existence restent tapis dans un coin en attendant le moment de surgir, et ce moment finit par arriver.

In quale disordine vivevamo, quanti frammenti di noi stessi schizzavano via come se vivere fosse esplodere in schegge.

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to

See where that argument with the religion teacher led, every choice has its history, so many moments of our existence are shoved into a corner, waiting for an outlet, and in the end the outlet arrives. But I would have been exaggerating, in reality it was much simpler.

Adults, waiting for tomorrow, move in a present behind which is yesterday or the day before yesterday or at most last week: they don't want to think about the rest. Children don't know the meaning of yesterday, of the day before yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs are this, this is Mamma, this is Papa, this is the day, this the night.

Maybe I should tell her that things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's a good sentence, she'll like it.

Quanto pesa un corpo che è stato attraversato dalla morte, la vita è leggera, non bisogna permettere a nessuno di rendercela greve

I said to myself that maturity consisted in accepting the turn that existence had taken without getting too upset, following a path between daily practices and theoretical achievements, learning to see oneself, know oneself, in expectation of great changes. Day by day I grew calmer.

Muchos momentos de nuestra existencia permanecen comprimidos en un rincón a la espera de una salida, y al final esa salida llega.

Existir é isto, pensei, um sobressalto de alegria, uma pontada de dor, um prazer intenso, veias que fremem sob a pele, e não há outra verdade que se possa contar.

Where is it written that lives should have a meaning? So she began to disparage all that struggle of mine to write. She said mockingly: Is the meaning that line of black markings that look like insect shit?

I thought: yes, Lila is right, the beauty of things is a trick, the sky is the throne of fear; I'm alive, now, here, ten steps from the water, and it is not beautiful, it's terrifying; along with this beach, the sea, the swarm of animal forms, I am part of the universal terror.

Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.

Things without meaning are the most beautiful ones.

Estoy y estuve en muchos ojos. Yo sólo soy memoria y la memoria que de mí se tenga.

Él sabía que el porvenir era un retroceder veloz hacia la muerte y la muerte, el estado perfecto, el momento precioso en que el hombre recupera plenamente su otra memoria.

También el general, incapaz de dibujar sus días, vivía fuera del tiempo, sin pasado y sin futuro y, para olvidar su presente engañoso

Cómo vamos a traer a un niño a este mundo inhumano?... En un mundo absurdo, inhumano y cruel... traer a un hijo era equivalente a cometer un infanticidio.

Schein geht vor Sein [...]. Ja, die Realität ist wahrscheinlich einer der schlimmsten Irrtümer überhaupt. Lüge geht demnach vor Wahrheit [...]. Das Irreale kommt vor dem Realen. Und die Kunst gewinnt dabei an Qualität.