Quotes About Existential

It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn't matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more.

Life happens so hard and fast I sometimes wonder who is me...

The day I went into physics class is was death.

Félek. Hogy mirÅ'l? Leginkább a meg nem élt élettÅ'l. Mi számít?

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;

But that's life, isn't it? For all we know, each day could be our last.

Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

There are cities that are damned for some people by the mere fact that they seem created to close off the distances that are the only reason for living.

Antes de caer en la nada con el último diástole

De ce atât de departe de zei? Poate fiindc? ne punem intrebarea.

Å¢De ce atât de departe de zei? Poate fiindc? ne punem intrebarea.

I'm just tryin to matter.

What were the living dead, Wolgast thought, but a metaphor for the misbegotten march of middle age?

What were the living dead, Wolgast thought, but a metaphor for the misbegotten march of middle age? It

No one as intense as he was could could possibly have managed to survive until almost thirty without thinking about death from time to time.

When I first heard the word existential, I didn't know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

That line from the Iliad, "Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.

Communication is pointless and we're all doomed.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

I know how you feel. Dark, like there's never been light in the world. Like everything in you is a void, and you wish you could just feel something. Anything. Pain would at least tell you you're alive. Instead you feel nothing. And you wonder, how can a man breathe, but already be dead?

Somewhere in the dark a vast meaninglessness was beckoning to him. A grinning face that laughed scornfully at all his vain attempts to manage his life.

It's terrible to be civilized, because when you come to the end of the world you have nothing to support the terror of loneliness.