Quotes About Existence

What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?

He said at dinner last night, Not a day goes by, when I don't ask a cosmic question. Does life have meaning? Or is this all smoke and mirrors? Are we all doomed?

Who said you had to be human to have a soul? Everything that is self-conscious and capable of thought and love has a soul. The soul emanates from self-conscious. The soul is the expression of self-consciousness. The soul is generated by organized self-consciousness.

Everything is coming to an end, I thought. But what does that mean? Why do I say things to myself when I don't even know what they mean?

Everything that is conscious, aware of itself, has a soul.

Murders, father, death after death. The woman who died two nights ago in Jackson Square, I killed her, and thousands of others before her, one and two a night, father, for seventy years. I have walked the streets of New Orleans like the Grim Reaper and fed on human life for my own existence. I am not mortal, father, but immortal and damned, like angels put in hell by God. I am a vampire.

Do you see what I am! Why, if God exists, does He suffer me to exist!' I said to him. 'You talk of sacrilege!' He dug his nails into my hands, trying to free himself, his missal dropping to the floor, his rosary clattering in the folds of his cassock. He might as well have fought the animated statues of the saints. I drew my lips back and showed him my virulent teeth. 'Why does He suffer me to live!' I said.

the mind can find no meaning, then the senses give it. Live for this, wretched being that you are.

And then I realized that all humans were created for death. They were all born as little struggling innocents, learning to live before they knew what it was about.

And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.

Do I live? Or am I walking always in death, forever in love with time?

fancy traps to capture a past that had never existed, to create a feeling of solidity for people who lived moment to moment in a fear of death bordering on hysteria.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories—points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

Very likely every object in existence—every surface, every definable bit of matter—contained such stored "impressions." They existed in a measurable field.

I had slain all sense of time.

The world devours the world to make the world

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories-points in time which time itself cannot erase.

He walks the earth with the power to destroy it. But then so does the human race. And

Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves?

Things don't really go in a straight line the way living people think. Everything is always happening all the time.

si Dios no existe, nosotros somos las criaturas de mayor conciencia del universo. Sólo nosotros comprendemos el paso del tiempo y el valor de cada minuto de vida humana. Y lo que constituye el mal, el verdadero mal, es el asesinato de una sola vida humana. No tiene la menor importancia que un hombre pueda morir mañana o pasado mañana o con el tiempo... Porque si Dios no existe, esta vida... cada segundo de la misma... es lo único que tenemos.

el dolor se hallaba en todas partes, que formaba parte del proceso de la vida en la misma medida que el nacimiento y la muerte.

It's no devil,' I said. 'And why do you say that?' she asked again, as if we hadn't discussed this before. 'Because,' I said, 'the Devil has more important things to do if he exists at all, and on the point of his existence at all I am not certain.' 'Where did you get an idea there was no Devil?' 'Rousseau,' I said. 'His philosophy argues that the worst evil is in man.

I like to think I'm too humble to declare there's nothing. After we die, that is.