Quotes About Existence

Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I, But, sprung at once to beauty's perfect round, Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found, - A life-complete in death-complete to die.

Life is tragic but it's equally comic.

Energy is what I believe all of us are. We're just conscious awareness dancing for itself for no other reason but to stay amused.

One must have one's delusions to live. If you look at life too honestly and clearly, life becomes unbearable because it's a pretty grim enterprise, you will admit.

What was the future? The future was a solid wall, not promising, not threatening - all bunk. No guarantees of anything, not even the guarantee that life isn't one big joke.

I do not live when I loose belief in the existence of God. I should long ago have killed myself had I not had a dim hope of finding Him. I live really live only when I feel him and seek Him

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, heaven or hell is born.

Death is a continuation of my life without me...

What's up with you? How come you're being like this?' Because it's the truth. This is the world we live in.

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.

I suppose that I have not many months to live: but of course I know nothing about it. I may add that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing.

For what could any Entity, conscious of eternal existence, want – but an end?

The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.

The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life.- from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman "On Cats

Life is death we're lengthy at

That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.

What sad, short lives humans live! Each life a short pamphlet written by an idiot! Tut-tut, and all that.

. . . try as we may we cannot get behind things to the reality. And the terrible reason may be that there is no reality in things apart from their appearances.

The vanity of human life is like a river constantly passing away and yet constantly coming on.

Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives but on balance life is suffering and only the very sound or the very foolish imagine otherwise.

Birth copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.