Quotes About Existential

Selena loved the liminal spaces. Those precious slivers of time between the roles she played in life.

So you're saying that I could die at any moment!" "Yes. And this is different from your life yesterday in what way?" Umegat cocked his head in dry inquiry.

Observing others go through them, he used to admire midlife crises, the courage and shamelessness and existential daring of them, but after he'd watched his own wife, a respectable nursery school teacher, produce and star in a full-blown one of her own, he found the sufferers of such crises not only self-indulgent but greedy and demented, and he wished them all weird unnatural deaths with various contraptions easily found in garages.

A time comes when you are all alone...when you've come to the end of everything that can happen to you. It's the end of the world, even grief, your own grief, doesn't answer you anymore, and you have to retrace your steps, to go back among people, it makes no difference who.

Then her mind had wandered into a place she could not follow, taking with it all the people she knew, their names and connections, whether they still lived or whether they'd died. But her body lingered, shed of an inner being, empty as a cicada husk.

Sentirte loco es sentir que de algún modo ya no perteneces a la especie humana.

This is the real thing,' said Caroline. 'It's the deepest, the profoundist. It's the big bazonga, it's really existential.' OK, I said, watching a distant sweeper with a faulty program banging again and again into the information kiosk, 'just don't tell me it's a metaphor, OK?

Suicide feels like One Authentic Thing. Suicide feels like Meaning of Life. Suicide feels like having the Last Word. Suicide feels like stopping Time Forever. But of course this is all just delusion, too! Suicide is just part of life, so it is part of the delusion.

It was a feeling born of ignorance, the kind of heady existential euphoria that gives birth to mere heroics or to the unthinking patriotism of the kind that we see so often during war. These are dangerous consequences indeed, and I am filled with chagrin at having been so misled.

Alone on the earth! Hamed cries out, and there is a note of terror in his voice, for that is the one thing a Somali cannot imagine: finding himself alone in the world.

I am so fed up and joyless that not only have I nothing to fill my soul, I cannot even conceive of anything that could possibly satisfy it - alas, not even the bliss of heaven.

There are those who say that heaven and hell are not so far apart. They are not at opposite ends of the world beyond ours, only a step away from one another.

I want to know who I am, why I was born, why right now, why here in Germany, why as the child of my parents, who understand nothing about me. Why am I alive? What am I doing here? I'm glad that since those exchanges with Nina I don't have to hide all these questions behind my anorexia. I want to look for a way of finding answers to my questions and of living in peace with my own self. November 3, 1997

In the presence of death reason and philosophy are silent

That got him thinking about his life. It seemed a bitter, pointless sort of a life now.

It's about the terror of an ordinary life" or "It's the story of a man shipwrecked in his own mind." But

We'll wake up every day and we'll tell ourselves, "Live for today, you retarded little shit. The end is near.

I would start once again to have strong recurring thoughts that said: life is pointless; everything you're doing is pointless; this whole thing is a fucking waste of time. It would be a thrum of unending anxiety.

It is, he told me, having to endure "work [that] is monotonous, boring, soul-destroying; [where] they die a little when they come to work each day, because their work touches no part of them that is them.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

I don't know what's the matter with me, why I'm so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.

Think what you like. There are people who die by remaining alive and others who gain life by dying.