Quotes About Existence

Empty space is a boiling, bubbling brew of virtual particles that pop in and out of existence in a time scale so short that you can't even measure them.

Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.

Space-ships and time machines are no escape from the human condition.

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

If there ever was a time that nothing existed, then nothing would exist now

The atheist proposition is the following - most of the time - it may not be said that there is no god; it may be said that there is no reason to think that there is one.

We're all vanishing organisms and disappearing creatures in space and time - that death sentence in space in time that Kafka talked about with such profundity.

Oh why was I born for this time? Before one is thirty to know more dead than living people.

When we pass through what we call death, we do not loose the world. Indeed, we see it for the first time as it really is.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

We confuse ourselves with space-time events, when in fact we are the ones who generate these space-time events.

All thinking, knowing, perception, space-time, occur in consciousness. You are a non-local consciousness. The world is in you.

Time is the image of eternity.

When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.

I like my time on earth. And no matter what kind of cards I've been dealt, I'm happy to be there.

True myths, ancient and modern, stop time because they emerge from somewhere beyond time.

Time is the moving imago of the unmoving eternity.

No two men living at the same time live in the same time.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

the present is the merest flicker between the long long time past and the things that haven't yet happened but most assuredly will.

His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body.

The sea where living creatures were at one time immersed is now enclosed within their bodies.

What is it that makes all of us end each day with the sense that we have not lived our time, but have been lived, used by what we do?