Quotes About Existence

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 (p.268)

Only if, upon stepping into the next great realm of existence, the afterlife itself, you insist on looking backwards, of turning away from the dazzling experiences that await you in favor of clinging to the physical past. Only then is it not transcendence.

You accuse me of audacity! You're living and breathing now entirely because I want it.

That's not true. Because if God doesn't exist we are the creatures of highest consciousness in the universe. We alone understand the passage of time and the value of every minute

of human life. And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would have died tomorrow or the day after or eventually Ã¢â'¬Â¦ it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, this life Ã¢â'¬Â¦ every second of it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is all we have.

It's how I exist and always have existed since I was taken out of mortal life by malicious and disciplined hands.

I have another theory about the devil. There's more than one of them and nobody appointed much likes the job.

all you have to lose in death, no matter how long you've lived, is the present moment in which you die.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And

matter that we all die, and do not know where we go when we die, or if a justice or explanation awaits us.

Sometimes I think the theologians have got it backwards. The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It's How to explain the existence of good.

As we were discussing last night, he said, evil is a matter of context. That is unavoidable. I am no relativist. I believe in the objective and true existence of good and of evil. But context is inevitable when a fallible human being speaks of evil. This we must all accept.

I'm now privy to a great truth. Our souls, the souls we believe to be part and parcel of our bodies, are immortal, and those souls follow their own path. I possess a soul that once belonged to another, and after I die, that soul will travel on. Most human beings live and die without ever having such a great truth revealed to them. But it has been revealed to me.

I can supply the thereness. You can't ask what's not there to give.

At this moment (letting a breeze ripple through her fingers like warm water), Maggie felt that the entire business of time's passing was more than she could bear.

We live such tangled, fraught lives, he thought, but in the end we die like all the other animals and we're buried in the ground and after a few years we might as well not have existed. This should have depressed him, but instead it made him feel better. The light turned green and he started driving again.

Let it be is the theme that dominates his existence. He sees himself as being ruled by a dreamy mood of acceptance that was partly the source of all his happiness and partly his undoing.

What if heaven is just a vast consciousness that the dead return to? And their assignment is to report on the experiences they collected during their time on earth. The

Last forever!' Who hasn't prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

We live in all we seek.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.

Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand—that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.

These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.