Quotes About Existence

Tiedän varmasti todellisuuden epä- todelliseksi - Miten siis millään voisin myöntää unet uniksi?

God is that, the greater than which cannot be conceived.

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.

What then is time? Provided that no one asks me, I know. If I want to explain it to an inquirer, I do not know.

Our time for this life is nothing other than a race to death.

For what is that which we call evil but the absence of good?

Man is God truly alive

It is not our body which feels, not our mind which thinks, but we, as single human beings, who both feel and think.

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

J'avais, j'avais ce goût de vivre chez les hommes, et voici que la terre exhale son âme d'étrangère...

Toda poesia é uma ontologia.

Life is breath. Breath is life.

Life, he wrote, "is a dangerous situation." It is the frailty of life that makes it precious;

Now these things never happened, but always are.

There are long periods when life seems a small dull round, a petty business with no point, and then suddenly we are caught up in some great event which gives us a glimpse of the solid and durable foundations of our existence." The

If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

God "has planted eternity in the human heart" (Ecclesiastes 3:11, NLT).

In the beginning God created" (Genesis 1:1), and every atom came from His imagination. I believe He made the world in such a way that to tend it, to touch it, would be to know His heart. He told a story into the earth, the tale of His bounteous heart. We were given the uplifted arms of pines and the vibrancy of a summer garden, the laden arms of apple trees and the dark patience of mountains, to keep us alive every day to all that God is and will continue to be.

I am told that sleep is a rehearsal for death. It is waking that kills us.

We live to die, we die to eternally live.

Ya no soñaba despierto. Había demasiada realidad alrededor.

Wij zijn slechts schimmen die korte tijd mogen dansen in het licht.

In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.

I do not need the idea of God to explain the world I live in.