Quotes About Existential

Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?

The spirit gone, man is garbage.

You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age?

Miért éppen én? – ez volt állandó panasza, és a kérdés helyes volt.

Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there.

Legally I am a 'widow' — that is the box I must check. But beyond that — I am not sure that I ­exist.

Remember this, Precious Child … nothing matters but the moment. There might be no tomorrow and even if there is, nobody gives a damn.

We're just going around all day like unconscious machines, and meanwhile there's all this rage and worry and uneasiness just building up and building up inside us

Hope, on one hand, is an absurdity too embarrassing to speak about, for it flies in the face of all those claims we have been told are facts. Hope is the refusal to accept the reading of reality which is the majority opinion; and one does that only at great political and existential risk. On the other hand, hope is subversive, for it limits the grandiose pretension of the present, daring to announce that the present to which we have all made commitments is now called into question.

I hate it!" he said. "I don't want to be human anymore." "Neither do I," she said. "It's not a good place to be.

Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.

Is dirt nice? Is death nice? Above all is dying nice? And, in the end, we must ask, is God nice? I doubt it.

In einer anderen Nacht kamen ihm plötzlich die Wissenschaft, seine Arbeit, sein gesamtes Leben fremd und überflüssig vor, weil er keinen Freund hatte und außer seiner Mutter niemanden, dem er etwas bedeutete. Aber auch das ging, wie alles, vorüber.

If a man cannot invest his life, or any part of it, with meaning, all he has left are distractions from meaninglessness, although few of us acknowledge them as such.

With nothing meaningful in life, nothing is interesting. Enter boredom. A bored man even longs for longing. He has time to fill, but there is nothing compelling to do.

As I wandered the streets in a desolate funk, I would ask myself the impossible, the embarrassing, the ultimate childish question of Why? - Why this city? Why this life? Why anything? Of course I knew that "why" was a question you were supposed to stop asking around the age of ten but I couldn't free myself from it.

In a sentence: Life is bad, but so is death. Of course, life is not bad in every way. Neither is death bad in every way. However, both life and death are, in crucial respects, awful. Together, they constitute an existential vise—the wretched grip that enforces our predicament.

But there is no perfect guide for discerning God's movement in the world, Contrary to what many conservatives say, the Bible is not a blueprint on this matter. It is a valuable symbol for point to God's revelation in Jesus, but it is not self-interpreting. We are thus place in an existential situation of freedom in which the burden is on us to make decisions without a guaranteed ethical guide.

Face it, people, there is more to your malaise than celestial mechanics. If you want to know why you feel so bad, you must look beyond universal gravitation.

for a few delirious moments I wondered if I was dead.

But depression wasn't the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavor from the dawn of time.

Hordes of people on the street, lighted Christmas trees sparkling high on penthouse balconies and complacent Christmas music floating out of shops, and weaving in and out of crowds I had a strange feeling of being already dead

Es peligroso ignorar la existencia de lo irracional. Cuanto más cultivada es una persona, cuanto más inteligente y más reprimida, más necesita algún medio de canalizar los impulsos primitivos que tanto se ha esforzado en suprimir.

Maybe everyone lives with terror every minute of every day and buries it, never stopping long enough to look. Or maybe it's just me. I'm speaking here of your ordinary basic terrors like the meaning of life or what if there's no meaning at all...Sometimes I think we're all tightrope walkers suspended on a wire two thousand feet in the air, and so long as we never look down we're okay, but some of us lose momentum and look down for a second and are never quite the same again: we know .