Quotes About Being

The only obligation we have in any lifetime is to be true to ourselves.

You're a perfect expression of perfect Love, perfect Life, here and now.

Sizi en fazla ilgilendiren ve kayg?land?ran ?ey, yani hayatta olman?z, sahip oldu?unuz tek katiyettir.

Irrespective of what happened yesterday or last year, and what may or may not happen tomorrow, the present moment is where you are—always!

The pre-eminent mystery is why anything exists at all.

It is possible to conceive, Anselm said, of a being than which nothing greater can be conceived. Even an atheist can conceive of such a superlative being, though he would deny its existence in the real world. But, goes the argument, a being that doesn't exist in the real world is, by that very fact, less than perfect. Therefore we have a contradiction and, hey presto, God exists!

The world is, she would say. It just is, boy.

For Amy, love was the universe touching, exploding within one human being, and that person exploding into the universe. It was annihilation, the destroyer of worlds.

Thinking: The world is. It just is.

I'm a verb, Frank. Verbs don't answer questions.

I think I am a verb instead of a personal pronoun. A verb signifies to be; to do; to suffer. I signify all three.

Desire has no particular object. It is a vector. Its object is before it, always to come. Desire vectorizes being toward the emergence of the new. Desire is one with the auto-conducting movement of becoming.

We're more than what we do.

It's no time here. I am time here. I am all the time you need.

It is all just the universe doing its stuff, and we are the stuff it is being done to.

What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves - the music of our being - which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is string and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.

From The Noise of Time: What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves--the music of our being--which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is strong and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.

What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves – the music of our being – which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is strong and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.

I am who I am at any given moment…. That's the only way you can know me.

Living in the Moment

Being and stability are regarded by our contemporaries as akin to death; they cannot live unless they act, fret, or distract themselves with this or that. Their spirit (provided we can still talk about a spirit in their case) feeds only on sensations and on dynamism, thus becoming the vehicle for the incarnation of darker forces.

The ancients had believed that nothing came from nothing, but Heidegger reversed this maxim: ex nihilo omne qua ens fit. He ended his lecture by posing a question asked by Leibniz: "Why are there beings at all, rather than just nothing?

When these early people looked at a stone, they did not see an inert, unpromising rock. It embodied strength, permanence, solidity and an absolute mode of being that was quite different from the vulnerable human state. Its very otherness made it holy.

Like any Platonist, he experienced knowledge as remembrance, as known to him already at some profound level of his being.