Quotes About Existence

There are realms of life where the concepts of sense and nonsense do not apply.

Everything goes by so fast that if you want to be a part of it, you need to go that fast. But because you go that fast, you don't lead the life you should lead.

What the meaning of human life may be I don't know: I incline to suspect that it has none.

Things you create with your mind are always part of your postmortal life, whether they seem real or not.

Every step I take, I am alive. I am Life.

Our memory of dreams is a glimpse of the full spiritual life that each of us leads beyond the physical.

I can tell you for me it goes on forever. There are some things you can't ever find out. You can't find out in one life either.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.

Life: I'll never understand it.

When you're dead, it robs life of many of it's pleasures

The idea of abstract power only exists for academics, not in real life.

Be it life or death, we crave only reality.

Having reached the term of his natural life"; Mwould it not be truer to say, Having reached the term of his unnatural life?

The moment one is on the side of life; peace and security drop out of consciousness. The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.

As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious

The tasks I set out for myself are what I do to beat the perfect pointlessness of life.

We are occupants. No one has any lasting purchase on life or on the planet.

Life like an empty dream flits by.

This world... ever was, and is, and shall be, ever-living Fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.

We die, because we live.

We die of too much life.

This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.