Quotes About Existence

But there is no one but us. There never has been. There have been generations which remembered, and generations which forgot; there has never been a generation of whole men and women who lived well for even one day. Yet some have imagined well, with honesty and art, the detail of such a life, and have described it with such grace, that we mistake vision for history, dream for description, and fancy that life has devolved.

There is only a little violence here and there in the language, at the corner where eternity clips time.

Wisdom tells me I'm nothing. But love tells me I'm everything.

this is life. Right here in this room, with you, is life.

If a tree falls and nobody's watching, then it doesn't make a sound

Humanity is central, Laurent, the only thing that matters. We are what puts good and evil in this universe. Not gods or dead people. Not machines. Us.

Öldürüyorum, öyleyse var?m.

Time was not something then we thought of as an item that possessed an ending, but something that would go on forever, all rested and stopped in that moment. Hard to say what I mean by that. You look back at all the endless years when you never had that thought. I am doing that now as I write these words in Tennessee. I am thinking of the days without end of my life. And it is not like that now.

I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag.

Time makes us pointless.

Knowing one was comprised of recycled matter only and that selfhood was a delusion did not take away the aching of the heart.

I wonder what it's like to be dead.

Until we can navigate in time, I'm not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.

But I can hardly remember what it felt like. It's like everything that happens to you. It doesn't feel real.

What is the most real thing you can think of?"] Jacques thought for a long time before answering; he tried to weigh up what was most vital and enduring in all that he had known. Eventually, no longer smiling, he said, 'Memory'.

I do not know what I have done to live in this existence. I do not know what any of us did to tilt the world into this unnatural orbit. We came here only for a few months. No child or future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand. When it is over we will go quietly among the living and we will not tell them. We will talk and sleep and go about our business like human beings. We will seal what we have seen in the silence of our hearts and no words will reach us

In Frank I have found something beyond me, beyond my understanding, this is where some incredible core of me is destined to be even if not in this life.

There is only one life; it is therefore perfect.

Our life is but a grain of sand in the indifferent ocean of infinity.

Let's assume there really is no such thing as happiness, no such thing as peace, and no freedom either. But there are kind of attacks of senseless ecstasy. Can this be me?

Scarcity creates value, and what's scarce is a desire to accept what is and then work to change it for the better, not deny that it exists.

My friend didn't understand what it means to be in the world, to be present and aware.

By producing their means of subsistence men are indirectly producing their actual material life.

Nothing in life is certain except death, taxes, and the second law of thermodynamics.