Quotes About Existence

I believe there is meaning in life. I believe there is good and evil.

The world is a song, but we do not know whether it is a good song because we have nothing to compare it with.

Non poteva essere altrimenti. Il mondo non aveva consistenza, poiché era formato della cenere di astri bruciati.

Sangue e popolo! Siamo franchi! Non erano anche questi dei concetti vani? In ogni età gli uomini si cospargono l'amaro cibo della vita con la droga di idee diverse, che lo rendono ancora più disgustoso

In ogni età gli uomini si cospargono l'amaro cibo della vita con la droga di idee diverse, che lo rendono ancora più disgustoso.

La realtà intorno a lui diventava così irreale, come lo è sempre nelle sue concrezioni più reali.

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

Which is more puzzling, the existence of suffering or its frequent absence?

Ressurection of the little apple tree outside my window, leaf- light of late in the April called her eyes, forget forget— but how How does one go about dying? Who on earth is going to teach me— The world is filled with people who have never died

It is not true that the legislator has absolute power over our persons and property. The existence of persons and property preceded the existence of the legislator, and his function is only to guarantee their safety.

To live is to suffer,to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering

Without somehow destroying me in the process, how could God reveal himself in a way that would leave no room for doubt? If there were no room for doubt, there would be no room for me.

It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence.

It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love for the beauty of the world at its most beautiful, and, beyond that, for that beauty east of the sun and west of the moon which is past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of Being itself and what lies at the heart of Being.

Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?

It is out of the absence of God that God makes himself present

This side of Nirvana, there is no such escape for any of us as far as I know.

Nothing human's not a broth of false and true.

What they had in common was that, like us, they believed (or sometimes believed and sometimes didn't believe; or wanted to believe; or liked to think they believed) that the universe, that everything there is, didn't come about by chance but was created by God. Like us they believed, on their best days anyway, that all appearances to the contrary notwithstanding, this God was a God like Jesus, which is to say a God of love. That, I think, is the crux of the matter.

life without death has become as unthinkable to me as day without night or waking without sleep.

It is not objective proof of God's existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God's presence.

Maybe the most sacred function of memory is just that: to render the distinction between past, present, and future ultimately meaningless; to enable us at some level of our being to inhabit that same eternity which it is said that God himself inhabits.

He who has a Why can endure any How.

This is my way, what is your way? The way doesn't exist.