Quotes About Existence

Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.

I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.

Time does not really exist as we know it; rather it's a transfiguration of a concept in which mortality, mutability, is conditioned.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

Emotionally I am an atheist. I don't have the evidence to prove that God doesn't exist, but I so strongly suspect he doesn't that I don't want to waste my time.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

You see, we are all dying. It's only a matter of time. Some of us just die sooner than others.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

A photograph offers us a glimpse into the abyss of time.

I seem to myself, as in a dream, An accidental guest in this dreadful body.

Il n'est rien de réel que le rêve et l'amour.

After all, things are what they are. A message is a message, plates are plates, men are men, and life is life.

Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?

I've finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality-delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and in the years to come.

the older we get, the more we understand that the women who know and love us - and love us despite what they know about us - are the joists that hold up the house of our existence.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. —JAMES BALDWIN

I think every fear you ever have, every one -- thunder or spiders or roller coasters -- they're all fear of dying. Every last one.

But I've finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and in the years to come.

What is God?—I cannot see Him or hear Him.—God is only an idea." '"God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness—and Love;

We all live, but we don't know the why or the wherefore. We all live with the object of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.

I have now reached the stage that I don't care much whether I live or die. The world will still keep on turning without me; what is going to happen, will happen, and anyway it's no good to resist.

The art of living. Isn't that a funny expression?

But I looked out of the open window too, over a large area of Amsterdam, over all the roofs and on to the horizon, which was such a pale blue that it was hard to see the dividing line. As long as this exists, I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless skies, while this lasts, I cannot be unhappy.

this tedious existence is starting to make us all disagreeable.