Quotes About Existence

That neither our thoughts, nor passions, nor ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind, is what every body will allow.

Don't think you are going to conceal thoughts by concealing evidence that they ever existed.

We do not merely perceive objects and hold thoughts in our minds: all our perceptions and thought processes are felt. All have a distinctive component that announces an unequivocal link between images and the existence of life in our organism.

Life is not a matter of milestones, but of moments.

There is something about the unexpected that moves us. As if the whole of existance is paid for in some way, except for that one moment, witch is free.

My belief, through my experiences, is that the world in which we live is but an illusionary world, a world that one day we will leave behind as we travel on toward our destiny and toward reality.

I believe from my many experiences that the spirit world is more real, more solid, than this earth in which we live. In truth, ours is a world of illusion. All that seems so solid is yet just a mass: molecules locked together, forming an impression of solid matter that in fact is not solid at all.

Two hundred generations of European Jews. All gone, just as if they'd never been. It was the first time it was really real for me--just as if I were standing at the top of a ladder and somebody yanked the ladder away--and I was still standing there, only now it was *possible* to fall, because all my connections had been cut away, and there I was looking down into empty space, thinking about how I'd come this close to just not existing at all.

The point is, there is no point." Philip spoke up surprisingly. "No one here gets out alive. And over a sufficient period of time, all choices tend to normalize on a curve of random distribution." "You mean if you wait long enough, nothing happens?

The fantastic cannot exist independently of that 'real' world which it seems to find frustratingly finite.

Einstein said, "There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

The dead do not harm us, only the alive.

The dead and not-yet dead, we are company all together.

The natural world we perceive through our senses is, for Plato, a defective and incomplete version of this more perfect and timeless realm in the same way that (in the famous metaphor from Book 7 of The Republic) the images seen by the prisoners shackled in their cave are the shadows of the real objects for which the prisoners, in their ignorance, mistake them.

Soon after Plato's death, Aristotle attacked the theory in On Philosophy, later expanding his criticism in his Metaphysics. He denied that a form could exist without matter, and the realm of Forms possessed, he believed, no objective validity. Plato put forth nothing but words—what Aristotle disparaged as "empty phrases and poetical metaphors.

Dying in vain isn't really all that bad since nearly everyone does it. It's the living in vain you really have to watch out for.

All individuals and groups seek, in one way or another, to answer the questions: what am I, who am I, and what explains my being and existence? The sound answer to these questions is to identify ourselves, above all else, religiously: I am a child of God by His sovereign grace. Then, I am a member of a family. Finally, I have a specific calling or vocation under God.

I perceive God everywhere in His works. I sense Him in me; I see Him all around me.

I think it's love that lasts. It's love that remembers us. It's love that is left, when we are gone. I think those feelings are more real than our bodies and all the things that can go wrong with them.

You see, our physical bodies, they break down, eventually returning to dust, but energy, energy is never destroyed. And what is love, if it isn't the most powerful energy we know of?

at the brink of the end, have I really known what it means to be alive, to dance, to love, to fear and to want. But that's just what I want, not what I must do . . . And somehow, want it is enough. It's almost enough; wanting life so badly means that I have lived it, at least.

These last few months, I have simply been a woman waiting to be loved once again, loved in a way that I let define me. But I existed before Vincent loved me. I existed before he became lodged in my heart. And if I have lost him, I must still be able to exist. What choice is there when a man stops loving you? You can't really just let yourself blow away on the wind, can you?

Wenn man plötzlich die Uhr ticken hört, dann hört man nichts anderes mehr. Und ich habe Angst davor, eines Tages nichts mehr zu sein. Ich habe ngst davor, zu Asche und Staub zu werden...

Our time consumes like smoke, and posts away; Nor can we treasure up a month or day: The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste, and so our silent minutes pass.