Quotes About Existential

Life could be horrible in the wrong trouser of time.

Magrat woke up. And knew she wasn't a witch anymore. The feeling just crept over her, as part of the normal stock-taking that any body automatically does in the first seconds of emergence from the pit of dreams: arms: 2, legs: 2, existential dread: 58%, randomized guilt: 94%, witchcraft level: 00.00.

One minute I'm just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute whazzaam, I'm thinking. That's a major drawback if you're looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like What's it all about, when you get right down to it?

For what am I now?' 'But a moment since, I was whole and one who could find delight in all things that were given me to do; but now I am as one who is lost and knows not his way.

I don't love the world. I think Jupiter should have hit us.

I went because the nights are numbered and I do not know the count.

Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at someone else," he said. "Sometimes it seems like I'm getting further away

Längtan är en lek. När den växer till allvar, kallas den ångest.

I'm very much down to earth, just not this earth.

I guess it's not the place I want to escape. It's my place in this place.

During depression the world disappears. Language itself. One has nothing to say. Nothing. No small talk, no anecdotes. Nothing can be risked on the board of talk. Because the inner voice is so urgent in its own discourse: How shall I live? How shall I manage the future? Why should I go on?

Oh, what is life, she asked herself in desperate seriousness, in those childish unanswerable words, and what shall I do with it?

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough.

To be too conscious is an illness — a real thoroughgoing illness.

She asks why I like her. Might as well ask Why I breathe. Maybe tomorrow I won't Breathe or like her Anymore. Maybe tomorrow the tides Will stop. Maybe tomorrow will bring No more rainbows. Maybe tomorrow She will stop Asking useless questions.

Have I been clear enough? The world is dying, is in fact already well on its way to being dead. Were it not, you never would never have wandered in here. You would never have occasion to think, what is this? An unoccupied bunker in which to shelter myself? What luck! And then have fallen into my trap. You instead would have a job in a small town as an accountant, say, or a data specialist.

His unlived life worried him, tortured him, turning round and round inside him like an animal in a cage. In Dodo's body, the body of a half-wit, somebody was growing old, although he had not lived; somebody was maturing to a death that had no meaning at all.

And in the whale he created the symbol par excellence of malevolent power at work in an indifferent universe

Da netko želi, mogao bi navesti razloge za samoubojstvo ljudskog roda. ?ovjek nastoji susti?i vlastite razorne strojeve.

I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?

Something has happened, hasn't it? ... It's like being up close to something so large you don't even see it. Even now, I'm not sure I can. But I know it's there.

I feel there's an existential angst among young people. I didn't have that. They see enormous mountains, where I only saw one little hill to climb.

Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It's yours. Seize your space.