Quotes About Existence

I say her because I don't recall having been present, not in any meaningful sense of the word. I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember. I have the better view - I can see her clearly, most of the time. But even if she knew enough to look, she can't see me at all.

At the subatomic level, you can't even say that matter exists. You can only say that it has a tendency to exist.' 'You're confusing Cordelia," I say. Cordelia has lit a cigarette and is looking out the window, where several squirrels are chasing one another around the lawn. She is paying no attention to any of this. Stephen considers Cordelia. "Cordelia has a tendency to exist," is what he says.

A universe that includes you cant be all bad, but does it? at this distance you're a mirage

whose life am I living. Whose life am I failing to live

Mother, I think. Wherever you may be. Can you hear me? You wanted a women's culture. Well, now there is one. It isn't what you meant, but it exists. Be thankful for small mercies.

And once you've got clocks, you've got death and dead people, because time, as we know, runs on, and then it runs out, and dead people are situated outside of time, whereas living people are still immersed in it.

You can see it in her eyes: I am not there. But she exists, in her white dress. She grows and lives. Isn't that a good thing? A blessing? Still, I can't bear it, to have been erased like that.

It's astonishing how folks can get so worked up over something that doesn't exist.

He showed me a little thing, the quantity of a hazel nut, lying in the palm of my hand … as round as any ball. I looked at it and thought, What may this be, and I was answered generally thus: It is all that is made. I marvelled how it might last. For I thought it might fall suddenly to nothing, for little cause; and I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and ever shall, for God loves it. And so has everything its being, through the love of God.

people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.

I will stop living life for a future happiness that does not and may never exist. I will live for now and stop wasting my time. Ever moment I live can be as beautiful as a fantasy. Every second of life is precious. I vow to stop wasting my time on these dreams that turn my life into a nightmare. I vow to live, to be mindful, to pay attention to life and hold it hard to my heart. Every beat another second going by.

Maybe the human species has evolved too far, maybe we all move around too much, too pointlessly, and consciousness will implode upon itself.

You cannot imagine how time Ã¢â'¬Â¦ can be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ so still.             It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it.             It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce.

You cannot imagine how time … can be … so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce. — Margaret Edson (Wit: A Play)

You cannot imagine how time … can be … so still. It hangs. It weighs. And yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce." ? Margaret Edson, Wit: A Play

Life without the gift of rest is merely existing without being able to enjoy the bouquet of all we have been given. Just as the fruit of Kristof's vines eventually suffered without respite so did the fruit of my own life.

As long as the sun rose each day, as long as they could behold it, there life was secure.

We are more than our bodies, it is true; but we cannot be divorced from them. They are us, and the only way in which we can see one another. Perhaps the gods are above this, but in their mercy, they have given us the guise of bodies.

Our minds see things that our eyes cannot. I suppose something continues to exist until the mind that sees it no longer exists.

Life as a whole is not happy. Only moments. This is my moment. It will pass.

The moment was all we truly had: a succession of moments, a triumphal march of them, to create a life beyond compare.

The more the data banks record about each one of us, the less we exist.

The question concerning technology is the question concerning the constellation in which revealing and concealing, in which the coming to presence of truth, comes to pass

It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.