Quotes About Existence

Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

Everywhere is here and every when is now.

On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.

What is one man's life compared to the eternity of time and space? No more than a snowflake that glitters in the sun for a moment before melting into the flow of time.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

God hath given to man a short time here upon earth, and yet upon this short time eternity depends.

Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it.

This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.

I'm not here for a long time. I'm here for a short time

Reality is something that none of us can stand, at any time.

Modern humans became fixated on a collective hallucination of linear time, ignoring the fractal spirals of the surrounding universe.

Time means little; I never notice its passing.

Whether it's the best of times or the worst of times, it's the only time we've got.

Your heart beats 72 times a minute. Every time it beats, it does so with the permission of its Creator.

Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.

Right now a moment of time is passing by!... We must become that moment.

I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

time is a terrible thing because it erases joys and pains at the same time.

For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.

Memory as an inversion of historical time is the essence of interiority.