Quotes About Existence

But inheritance doesn't come from the past. Inheritance is the place we are given in the present in a world structured to care for the existence of some and not of others.

Using the voice is a physical act, one that first announces the existence of the body of residence and then trumpets its arrival in a public space.

Now I know for sure the soul is an evanescent thing and the body is its temporary container, because I saw it. I saw the body with the soul in it, I saw the body with the soul leaving, and I saw the body with the soul gone.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God;

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

A world of complexity in that syllable.

No, worse. It had never existed. I had invented it; I had allowed myself to be deluded, because I had so badly wanted it to exist. I had wanted to belong to a thing. I had wanted to need and be needed. Why are we born needing impossible things? Why is it that we all have things we need to live that simply do not exist in the universe? A purpose in life. Unconditional love? Our emotional needs met? Ha. What cruel asshole thought this shit up?

Our earth was just one thin example of what was possible, and because it was possible, this history was inevitable

Was this what having an identity felt like? Was this being someone? Feeling like there was a core of who you were beyond which you could not be altered? Feeling . . . continuity. Feeling like you existed as a real, solid thing, apart from your trauma.

The warm night air-her own continued existence shocked her as much as brightness would have if she'd been drowning, and somehow kicked herself into daylight again before the black water could suck her down.

You aren't you. You aren't the you you were this morning. Your consciousness provides a semblance of continuity, but if you've been an infinite number between then and now.

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I was raised in a clade. There is no real me.

He remembered more of being human than the humans did.

How can I refuse an offer like that? We are all we have. And we are so small, and the night is so large.

We feed on it, and it feeds on death." "Everything feeds on death," Mallory answered. "Especially me.

Tomorrow, I won't have to worry about not being real anymore.

Clade upbringings fuck you up on so many levels, when you finally let the oppressive rightminding go and try to exist as an independent human being with things like judgment and will.

It was as if two different versions of reality coexisted in my head at the same time.

Government is either imposed with force, or it derives from the will of the governed. But it's a social contract, right? It exists simply because people say it does. It's not a thing you can touch.

They were all born together of the starlight and the sea.

By the elements, by the ten directions. I have not forgotten. My name is Jacob Dust, and I have not forgotten.

It sounded religious to her. We come from dust. We are stardust. We are dust on the wind.