Quotes About Existence

I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.

we lived in the gaps between the stories

It's a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.

The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.

I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to do it to stay alive, they tell me.

Life is warped. I'm just in sync.

Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?

In the end, we'll all become stories. Or else we'll become entities. Maybe it's the same.

Can a single ant be said to be alive, in any meaningful sense of the word, or does it only have relevance in terms of its anthill?

Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms.

What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in?

More powerful than God, more evil than the Devil; the poor have it, the rich lack it, and if you eat it you die?

The proper study of Mankind is Everything.

Live in the present, make the most of it, it's all you've got.

But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.

He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.

I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it….By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you….Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are.

Thus the time passed. Toby stopped counting it. In any case, time is not a thing that passes, said Pilar: it's a sea on which you float.

There is a Do this or Do that with God, but not any Because.

If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.

On the edge of sleep I thought: It's as if I never existed, because no trace of me remains, I have left no marks. And that way I cannot be followed. It is almost the same as being innocent. And then I slept.

They blink and reality shivers.

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.

What pays for all this? Grief in the face of inevitable death. The wish to stop time. The human condition.