Quotes About Existence

Vivo sin vivir en mí... muero porque no muero. (I live without really being alive... I die because I am not dying.)

Quería verla, así fuera de lejos. Necesitaba comprobar que seguía existiendo, que la imagen que tenía en la mente y que lo hacía sufrir tenía una vida por fuera de su nostalgia

Uno necesita un presente, para no tener que pensar en el pasado.

when one has searched for these as realities, who desires and what is desired?

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.

dalam diriku mengalir sungai panjang, darah namanya; dalam diriku menggenang telaga darah, sukma namanya; dalam diriku meriak gelombang sukma, hidup namanya; dan karena hidup itu indah, aku menangis sepuas-puasnya

YANG FANA ADALAH WAKTU Yang fana adalah waktu. Kita abadi: memungut detik demi detik, merangkainya seperti bunga sampai pada suatu hari kita lupa untuk apa. "Tapi, yang fana adalah waktu, bukan?" tanyamu. Kita abadi. Perahu Kertas, Kumpulan Sajak, 1982

Death is bad. The gods must have thought so, for it if were a good thing, they then, too, would die.

Mysteries never end," Silette wrote. "And we solve them anyway, knowing we are both solving both everything and nothing. We solve them knowing the world will surely be as poorly or even worse off than before. But this is the piece of life we have been given authority over, nothing else; and while we may ask why over and over, no one yet has been given an answer.

Consider the possibility,'" I said, quoting Silette, "'that what we perceive as the future has already happened, and intuition is only a very good memory.

In a heartbeat, he understands why religions are born on the sands – there is nothing here for a man but his own mind.

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Unless I learn to ask no help From any other soul but mine, To seek no strength in waving reeds Nor shade beneath a straggling pine; Unless I learn to look at Grief Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes, And take from Pleasure fearlessly Whatever gifts will make me wise— Unless I learn these things on earth, Why was I ever given birth?

No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you.

How do I happen to believe in God? . . . Writing novels, I got into the habit of looking for plots. After awhile, I began to suspect that my own life had a plot. And after awhile more, I began to suspect that life itself has a plot. —FREDERICK BUECHNER

I wanted to matter. For my life to matter. So many people die and no one knows they ever existed. They're ripples in a stream, disappearing when the wind blows.

For the first time in my existence, I tell the truth, and I am greeted with lack of belief. This is the universe laughing at me.

Behind them, in the distance, the island of Olaku looked as if it had been swallowed in mist and foam. It was the spirits, she knew, churning up the sea, but it felt as if her island had been erased, smudged out of existence like a smear of paint on a canvas.

It doesn't matter whether I was born in a mess of blood and goo, or whether I was shaped lovingly and carefully in a workroom with chisel and hammer.

I guess that's what my dad did. Stopped agreeing with reality. I could do it for as long as it took me to get from my classroom to the office. He managed it for sixteen years. He must have had more mental discipline than me. Or maybe it wasn't that much of an effort to pretend that I didn't exist.

She imagined she could pull Time like taffy, stretching it longer and longer between her hands until the finest point had been reached, the point just before breaking, and she could live there. A point at the center of time with no going forward, no going back. Clasped in this way, without speaking, walking into no discernible ending, she could almost believe they tread on time.

Matter begins evolving back to Spirit and, when it's reached, the whole process begins over again for the billionth time.

In infinite time, in infinite matter, in infinite space, is formed a bubble organism, and that bubble lasts a while and bursts, and that bubble is Me.

Time means nothing to me.