Quotes About Existence

Then I remember that God is really, really old. So maybe God has God arthritis. And maybe that's why the world sucks. Maybe God's hands and fingers don't work as well as they used to.

The world is too fucking big. Sometimes, I can't even carry myself through all the love and fear.

Thing is, I don't believe in ghosts. But I see them all the time.

but I know somebody must be thinking about us because if they weren't we'd just disappear just like those Indians who used to climb the pueblos. Those Indians disappeared with food still cooking in the pot and air waiting to be breathed and they turned into birds or dust or the blue of the sky or the yellow of the sun. There they were and suddenly they were forgotten for just a second and for just a second nobody thought about them and then they were gone.

Nothing ever really happens, you know. Life is infinitesimal and incremental and inconsequential.

If God were good, why would he create Rush Limbaugh?

That word means 'earth-dream'. And, depending on how you use it, it means we, the people, are dreaming the earth into being. And it also means the earth is dreaming us, the people, into being. We are dreaming each other. And making each other real. And it means other things, too, that I don't understand. That I might never understand. But I am going to keep learning.

How does one survive these revelations? One just lives.

He says the earth is an oval marble that nobody can win. He says the sky is not blue and the grass is not green. He says everything is a matter of perception.

Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody to read it, does it make a sound?

Then she tells me that Jesus is still here because Jesus was once here. And parts of Jesus are still floating in the air. She tells me Jesus' DNA is part of the collective DNA. She tells we are all part of Jesus, we are all Jesus in part. She tells me to breathe deep during all our storms because you can sometimes taste Jesus in a good, hard rain.

Death is always incongruous.

If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody there to read it, does it make a sound?

Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody rot read it, does it make a sound?

Can a book rightfully be called a book if it never gets read? If a tree falls in a forest and gets pulped to make paper for a book that never gets read, but there's nobody there to read it, does it make a sound?

You're omniscient, right? For the most part, yes. Then you have to tell me this 'cause I have to know. What's at the end of everything? He shrugged. That's easy enough. Then tell me. The letter G.

What kind of life have you lived little one? Where fair has anything to do with it? Life and death just are. Fair has nothing to do with it.

Ever wonder why the gods created man, Grom? I personally think that we're the original reality show. They were so effing bored that they created us just so that they could feel better about themselves

How much longer will I live? (Urian) You're immortal, barring death. (Acheron) That doesn't make sense. (Urian) Most of life doesn't. (Acheron)

I'm not human, Ms. Deveraux. In case you haven't noticed, I'm one of the damned. (Valerius) Baby, open your eyes and look around. We're all damned in one way or another. But damned is a far cry from dead. And you live like you're dead. (Tabitha) I'm that, too. (Valerius)

You're a wondering soul, looking for a peace that doesn't exist. Lost you will be until you find the one inner truth. We can never hide from what we are. The only hope is to embrace it.' (Old Seer)

Glad to see you're still breathing." – Caleb "Glad to be breathing." – Nick

What the hell? Futility has its purposes in life. -- Talon.

Jealousy can't sour someone to this extreme, can it? (Aiden) It can and it does. Believe me. I've seen a lot worse than this in my billion or so years of existence – the first murder man committed was one brother against the other for no other reason than that one petty emotion. Jealousy turns to hatred which then turns to poison. It infects and it destroys until it eats someone alive. (Deimos)