Quotes About Existence

If you really think about it, everything is wonderful in this world, everything except for our thoughts and deeds when we forget about the loftier goals of existence, about our human dignity.

Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to full consciousness he cannot help feeling that he is in a trap from which there is no escape.

If I were asked to chose between execution and life in prison I would, of course, chose the latter. Its better to live somehow than not at all.

But perhaps the universe is suspended on the tooth of some monster.

Where does someone go when he dies?', 'When does fear end?', 'Where are all the single socks that disappeared in the washing machine?

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller. The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

Anna," he said for the fourth time, as if there was nothing more to say, now that she'd finally answered. Nothing but her name. As if he'd just called to make sure she existed.

Das Leben besteht leider eben nur selten auch aus Leben.

Alle Menschen verschwanden. Das Ding, das sie jagte, war vielleicht nur das Leben selbst.

I see in the act of throwing the dice and of risking the affirmation of some intuitively felt truth, however uncertain, my whole reason for living.

We must believe in a sense of life renewed by the theater, a sense of life in which man fearlessly makes himself master of what does not yet exist, and brings it into being. And everything that has not been born can still be brought to life if we are not satisfied to remain mere recording organisms.

Life consists of burning up questions.

I am a man by virtue of my hands and my feet, my belly, my heart of meat, my stomach whose knots reunite me to the putrefaction of life.

Leave the caves of being. Come. The mind breathes outside the mind. The time has come to abandon your lodgings. Surrender to the Universal Thought. The Marvelous is at the root of the mind.

Where there is a stink of shit there is a smell of being.

We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.

I cannot conceive any work of art as having a separate existence from life itself

I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born.

I asked myself not why I was alive but why I had lived. Out of expectation, I supposed, and wondered whether I still expected anything. It seemed I did. Something more is always expected.

But a man cannot renounce his life for half a day: There is either the rest of eternity or nothing.

Me pregunté, no por qué vivía, sino por qué había vivido. Supuse que por la espera y quise saber si aún esperaba algo. Me pareció que sí. Siempre se espera más

Como un dios no puede crear dioses, pensó crear al hombre, para que este los creara.

El fracaso, el desasosiego, los pesares derivados de la falta de virtud, las verdaderas enfermedades, la herida del tiempo y toda suerte de agravios sociales y personales riegan con su amargura la vida. Basta que esa amargura rebase ciertos límites para caer en la dependencia de algún placer ambivalente, muchas veces de raíz masoquista, que ayuda a seguir viviendo cuando falta la decisión necesaria para el suicidio, y falta también la alegría de existir.

Todos somos madera, y el fuego es eterno.