Quotes About Existential

He wakes up utterly bored and discomfited, chagrined to think that he did not die overnight.

What is this chaff we chew in our sleep if it is not the remembrance of fang-whorl and star cluster.

In the course of disintegration, a process which may go on for centuries, life loses all significance.

Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

I'd say that the only trauma I've suffered was existential.

If I am going to be drowned—if I am going to be drowned—if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?

In their early briefings, Clarke's office described bin Laden as an "existential" threat to the United States, meaning that the danger he posed went beyond the dozens or hundreds of casualties al Qaeda might inflict in serial bombing attacks. Bin Laden and his followers sought mass American fatalities and would use weapons of mass destruction in American cities if they could, Clarke and officers at the CIA's Counterterrorist Center firmly believed.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

I get this weird, existential crisis when I'm looking through Instagram - and then I'll realize we work in entertainment. We know all the smoke and mirrors.

Why am I alive when so many others are dead?

J'ai, outre celle-là, une autre conviction, à savoir qu'un soir maudit, j'eus le malheur de naître.

therein lies the power of culture: it redeems horror by transforming it into existential wisdom. If the spirit of the trial succeeds in annihilating this century's culture, nothing will remain of us but a memory of its atrocities sung by a chorus of children.

And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their meaning lost, they turned into trash, chaff, dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head, they were his insomnia, his illness.

Porque o poder da cultura é aí que reside: resgatar o horror transubstanciando-o em sabedoria existencial. Se o espírito do processo conseguir aniquilar a cultura deste século, atrás de nós ficará apenas uma recordação de atrocidades cantada por um coral de meninos.

Nobody really knows what life is about. We're all just trying to make sense of something that doesn't make much sense.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

we pose a serious threat to the very existence of humanity.

I was not meant for this world. I don't know. All I know is, I love, and I am not loved. I do not know happiness. I know despair, loneliness, and longing.

I do not consider myself a religious person in the usual sense, but there is a religious aspect to some highs. The heightened sensitivity in all areas gives me a feeling of communion with my surroundings, both animate and inanimate. Sometimes a kind of existential perception of the absurd comes over me and I see with awful certainty the hypocrisies and posturing of myself and my fellow man. And at other times, there is a different sense of the absurd, a playful and whimsical awareness. . . .

Once thought is pulled up short by a yearning that can only be known existentially, it is inevitable that conceptual discourse should give way to the birth of literature...

Their young live were over, too, except they had to die everyday while still breathing.

I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?

Magrat wondered what it was like, spending your whole life doing something you didn't want to do. Like being dead, she considered, only worse, the reason being, you were alive to suffer it.