Quotes About Existential

Thirty-one. Not old. Not young. But a viable die-able age.

elderly are left with a controlled and supervised institutional existence, a medically designed answer to unfixable problems, a life designed to be safe but empty of anything they care about.

I feel trapped on a lonely star.

Psychologically, the choice to think or not is the choice to focus or not. Existentially, the choice to focus or not is the choice to be conscious or not. Metaphysically, the choice to be conscious or not is the choice of life or death.

He had just graduated from college...and he wanted to decide whether life was worth living. He did not know that this was the question in his mind. He did not think of dying. He thought only that he wished to find joy and reason and meaning in life-and that none had been offered to him anywhere.

I am going to die. Not in the goth existential way of overwrought poetry, all, "I stood upon the stage of life and saw Death, my dark-eyed lover, flipping me the bird from the back row," but in the very literal sense that something's going to happen to make his heart stop beating in, oh, say the next five minutes.

What we hold to be the result of a malign intervention could only make sense as an ordinary miscalculation, as an error, but now we find ourselves in the realm of nonexistent theologies—that is, theologies of fallible gods.

Albert Hofmann once put it . . . All attempts today to make amends for the damage through environmentally protective measures must remain only hopeless, superficial patchwork, if no curing of the "Western entelechy neurosis" ensues. . . . Healing would mean existential experience of a deeper, self-encompassing reality.

why are we here? where do we come from? traditionally,these are questions for philosophy,but philosophy is dead

To understand the universe at the deepest level, we need to know not only how the universe behaves, but why. Why is there something rather than nothing? Why do we exist? Why this particular set of laws and not some other?" "This is the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. We shall attempt to answer it in this book. Unlike the answer given in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, ours won't be simply "42.

Why is there something rather than nothing? Why do we exist? Why this particular set of laws and not some other? This is the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything. We shall attempt to answer it in this book. Unlike the answer given in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, ours won't be simply "42."  

Why is there something rather than nothing? Why do we exist? Why this particular set of laws and not some other?

Why are we so worried about artificial intelligence? Surely humans are always able to pull the plug? People asked a computer, "Is there a God?" And the computer said, "There is now," and fused the plug.

Esto no debería preocuparnos demasiado, puesto que para entonces, a menos que tengamos colonias más allá del sistema solar, la humanidad habrá desaparecido hace tiempo, extinguida con la muerte de nuestro Sol.

He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.

Even a zombie lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedy/horror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assault of a million fluorocarbon spray cans of deodorant.

Oh Christ, I left my world to watch a kid put shoes on a fucked-up weasel. Shoot me Roland, before I breed.

When machines fail, when technology fails, when the conventional religion fails, people have got to have something. Even a zombin lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedy/horror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assult of a million flurocarbon spray cans of deoderant. - The Mist

I don't know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?

Life before consciousness was like blank paper, so be it.

Ci sono ore normali, e poi ci sono ore invalide, durante le quali il tempo si ferma e scivola via, in cui la vita - la vita reale - sembra scorrere su un binario parallelo.

why are we so alone?

Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude.

There is no future, there is no past, I live this moment as my last