Quotes About Existence

I don't think we're for anything, we're just products of evolution. You can say "Gee, your life must be pretty bleak if you don't think there's a purpose," but I'm anticipating a good lunch.

Sometimes I wonder," Thomas murmured. "Wonder what?" "If being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

Who knows the true definition of real?

Algunas veces me pregunto... -murmuró Thomas. -¿Te preguntas, qué? -Si importa estar vivo. Si no sería mucho más facil estar muerto.

He wasn't dead. Unless the afterlife was just a crappy room of blackness.

That's not how it works around here, and our whole existence depends on things working.

They say that some things are worse than death. That might be true. Probably is. But life and death are the beginning and end of beauty. You can't have one without the other.

We exist for one purpose and one purpose only: to save the world from catastrophe.

He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering. He walks to the next screen, hungry to be himself again.

But life and death are the beginning and end of beauty. You can't have one without the other.

We are our thoughts and memories and personalities.

Era como si la realidad de vivir [...] por fin hubiese calado en su mente.

Everything he knew was a result of artificial intelligence. Manufactured data and memories. Programmed technology. A created life.

Sometimes I wonder, if being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

We have all been in roomsWe cannot die in.

There is no whole truth, but this is what we have, And it goes on Beyond impact, beyond reach, beyond recall…

The body is the one thing you can't fake; it's just got to be there.

indeed but little is said of Him by secular historians of His time. Few and short as are the allusions to Him made by non-scriptural writers in the period immediately following that of His ministry, enough is found to corroborate the sacred record as to the actuality and period of Christ's earthly existence.

Without awareness, we are not truly alive.

All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity.

And am I answerable that thoughtless and unprincipled men exist whose shades of contenance may resemble mine?

Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?

The universe is computing its own destiny.

Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there.