Quotes About Existence

IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE EXISTENCE OF THIS VEHICLE ("THE OBJECT") UNTIL YOU ARE .5 MILES FROM THE SECURITY PERIMETER OF JOHN F. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. BY READING THIS SIGN YOU HAVE DENIED EXISTENCE OF THE OBJECT AND IMPLIED CONSENT.

Ricordare che un tempo vivevamo in certi luoghi fa parte della nostra auto-riscoperta attuale. Fornisce radici a ciò che definiamo essere umani (etimologicamente qualcosa come essere radicati nella terra).

If you eat, breathe and grow, two things are happening—which have little to do with either air or burgers. You are receiving an education and your "spirit" is being formed. To be alive is to be formed.

One can almost apply Gabriel Marcel's famous insight: life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived.

Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced. John Keats

But each poetic world is not a pure invention, it is a possibility of nature. Imagination is itself immanent in the real. It is not a state. It is human existence itself.

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

Arbre toujours au milieu De tout ce qui l'entoure Arbre qui savoure La voute des cieux (Tree always in the center Of all that surrounds it Tree feasting upon Heaven's great dome)

Poetry, rather than being a phenomenology of the mind, is a phenomenology of the soul.

Contemplating a flame perpetuates a primordial reverie. It separates us from the world and enlarges our world as dreamers. In itself the flame is a major presence, but being close to it makes us dream of far away, too far away. The flame is there, feeble and tiny, struggling to stay in existence, and the dreamer goes on to dream of elsewhere, losing his own being by dreaming on a grand, on a too grand scale by dreaming of the world.

We cover the Universe with the drawings we have lived.

Every object in the world, loved for its own sake, has a right to its own nothingness. Every being pours out being, a little of its being, the shadow of its being, into its own non-being.

L'être voué à l'eau est un être en vertige. Il meurt à chaque minute, sans cesse quelque chose de sa substance s'écoule. La mort quotidienne n'est pas la mort exubérante du feu qui perce le ciel de ses flèches; la mort quotidienne est la mort de l'eau. L'eau coule toujours, l'eau tombe toujours, elle finit toujours en sa mort horizontale. [...] La peine de l'eau est infinie.

Ce qui ne peut être écrit mérite-t-il d'être vécu ?

But we must lose our earthly Paradise in order actually to live in it, to experience it in the reality of its images, in the absolute sublimation that transcends all passion.

No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.

The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade. When

THE OPERA GHOST REALLY EXISTED.

The Phantom of the Opera did exist. After all, these are no ordinary bones.

Is it any duller than on EARTH? Whose inhabitants spend most of their lives trying to get laid, watching sitcoms on television, and grunting for money?

I am the Mother of Faces. Through me, separateness came into the world. Through me, cam identity. The one became the many.

Life is essentially a fatal disease of indeterminate duration.

Here is light. You will say that it is not a living entity, but you miss the point that it is more, not less. Without occupying space, it fills the universe. It nourishes everything, yet itself feeds upon destruction. We claim to control it, but does it not perhaps cultivate us as a source of food? May it not be that all wood grows so that it can be set ablaze, and that men and women are born to kindle fires?