Quotes About Existence

One can only discover what has already come into existence.

Grace Marian Thrale, forty-three years old, stood silent in a hotel doorway in her worn blue coat and looked at the cars and the stars, with the roar of existence in her ears. And like any great poet or tragic sovereign of antiquity, cried on her Creator and wondered how long she must remain on such an earth.

God! Whose hand was I holding?

When shall we live if not now?

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain," said Lord Byron

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, but some, to dream.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Perhaps someone had once hoped to lighten the air of the blue room in Hill House with a dainty wallpaper, not seeing how such a hope would evaporate in Hill House, leaving only the faintest hint of its existence, like an almost inaudible echo of sobbing far away...

The journey itself was her positive action, her destination vague, unimagined, perhaps nonexistent.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain," said Lord Byron, enunciating a basic Romantic idea and, perhaps, hoping that goblins, ghosts, and demons provided some necessary release

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

When I am afraid, I can see perfectly the sensible, beautiful not-afraid side of the world, I can see chairs and tables and windows staying the same, not affected in the least, and I can see things like the careful woven texture of the carpet, not even moving. But when I am afraid I no longer exist in any relation to these things. I suppose because things are not afraid.

people who live in it; it emphasizes the idea that ghosts, like dreams and hallucinations, are figments of the human intelligence.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality;

o live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed by some, to dream.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even marks and katydids are supposed, bu some, to dream.

People have to live and die somewhere, after all

home seemed so far away that perhaps it did not exist at all.

felt steamy and sticky and chilled through, and home seemed so far away that perhaps it did not exist at all.

Yes, Berel-Ayzik, what you say is all very well and good. But just tell us one more thing. Do they die in America like they do here? Or do they live forever?

After all, I'm just a human being made out of flesh and blood, like they say. And, if misfortune is fated, is there any getting around it?

Treat every moment as your last. It is not preparation for something else.

Whereever you are, you are one with the clouds and one with the sun and the stars you see. You are one with everything. That is more true than I can say, and more true than you can hear.