Quotes About Existence

Icebergs behoove the soul(both being self-made from elements least visible)to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

How—I didn't know any word for it—how "unlikely". . . How had I come to be here, like them, and overhear a cry of pain that could have got loud and worse but hadn't?

What you want is the whole of me—isn't it, isn't it? —and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

I often ask the question: Is it impossible to have a simple life? The world is not simple, Claire said. The world is not simple. Joe repeated the phrase like the line of a great poem.

By the way, I've decided there's no such thing as a simple life. It's futile to even pursue one.

There will be a great hole in the fabric of my being when he is gone, but not as great a hole as the one had I not known him.

He had told her he would love her forever, but he could not stay with her. From that time on, she couldn't see his glow or hear his voice in her head. Could he still hear her? Was he even aware of her existence?

Your Real Self is the permanent atom of your identity, the rock of ages that remains unmoved by the restless tides of life.

we all laugh and mourn and love and hate with the same breath of air in our lungs. We are guilty and innocent. There is only the difference of a hair between these.

There is no satisfaction in eternity,' she said. 'There is only loss.

The bridge was geologically ancient, an impassive observer, surrounded by life that was fleeting in comparison: trees that would only survive hundreds of years, tourists who would only live decades, insects that would thrive only for weeks.

Everything in our lives," she said quietly, "leads up to everything else in our lives. So a moment in the present has a reference point, both in the past and in the future. I want you to know that you--as you are right now and as you ever wil be--are fully enough for this moment . . .

Given belief in God, a good digestion and a mind in working order life's still a thing to be grateful for.

The whole universe was stilled as if listening for a voice. For the space of one heartbeat there was peace on earth. For one fraction of a moment there was no deed of violence wrought on earth, no hatred, no fire, no whirlwind, no pain, no fear. Existence rested against the heart of God, then sighed and journeyed again.

Marguerite was not so sure. What did human beings know about anything? Their own existence was still a mystery to them, and of the existences beyond their own they knew about as much as field mice know of the world above the heads of the bending ears of corn.

The concept of substance is the central tenet of Spinoza's metaphysics. All things exist and are conceived through substance, or God, or nature, which exists and is conceived only through itself. Substance represents the singular binding force that connects things, no matter how small or disconnected in space and time they might be, for every thing participates in and is a part of a complex totality.

When you travel your first discovery is that you do not exist.

It is impossible to be completely abstract about clothes because they have no life unless they are worn. They must fit onto a body or they do not exist.

What we lose is any sense that life is alive, she thought. The days follow one after the other and everything passes us by. Then along comes someone who looks at us kindly, as if we were worth noticing, and life quickens.

The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species at that.

If people stop looking at you, do you cease to exist? Does it mean you're not a person any more? Does it mean you're already dead?

Before we know it, its all going to be over so fast. Too fast for us to even realize what was..

Ich weiß es nicht genau. Umwerfend - aber auch etwas unwirklich. Als wäre ich gleichzeitig zwei Personen: Eine, der es passiert, und eine, der es unmöglich passieren kann.