Quotes About Existence

Infinity: Time on an ego trip.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

The world is still spinning and so are we and so are you. When the spinning stops - that'll be the time to worry. Not before.

The only time we can talk about death is while we're alive, not afterwards.

The concept of time shuts off eternity.

I started out playing in clubs. I always like existing under ground and over ground at the same time.

We are deep at the bottom of this river of time, caught up in the current of the moment where all the rivers rendezvous.

Whether it is a simulated experience or a dream, the information that exists is all real... and an illusion at the same time.

In some sense, gravity does not exist; what moves the planets and the stars is the distortion of space and time.

I think that thing about the destruction of the world is there all the time, it's there every day when we look out the window.

If there ever was a time when absolutely nothing existed, all there could possibly be now is nothing.

The use of music is to remind us how short a time we have a body.

The extent to which we live from day to day, from week to week, intent on details and oblivious to larger presences, is a gauge of our impoverishment in time.

The speed of time is 1 hour per hour, no matter what else is going on in the universe.

There's no verbs before time itself exists, right? There's no popping into existence, there's no fluctuating, there's no quantum mechanical craziness, there is literally nothing.

A long time ago, Descartes sad, "I think, therefore I am." But if you are not thinking, what?

I realized that even if we went on talking till Judgment Day, I would still find the time all too short.

The past, the future: - two eternities!

I want to live. I didn't have time to die.

Time, that most abstract of humanity's homes.

Who was I? The stranger was footsteps in the snow a long time ago.

I mean, time for me, I can make it go slow or fast, however I please. That's how I know it doesn't exist.

I am talking to you, but the moment I am talking to you, the universe is being created and destroyed.