Quotes About Existential

Who knows from the outside where death grows?

Many of us feel alone and assaulted by the meaninglessness of what we are doing. But, at such times, we are doing; the problem is not a lack of activity with a point, but rather questions about the point of the activity.

It might be pleasant just to give up, live in the present, enjoying existential personal experiences, living like lotus-eaters from our amazing productive system, without personal responsibility, self-discipline, or thought about the future. But this is impossible, because the productive system could itself collapse, and our external enemies would soon destroy us.

Philosophy is really homesickness.

Only a sense of humor can help each of us face those great unanswerable questions: Why was I born? Why am I here? Why must I die? What must I do to make my life a triumph? —

By the way, there is nothing, absolutely nothing at all, that assures me that white America's collective future will be any different than a miserable failure when it comes to facing the existential necessity of addressing and eradicating white racism.

It is on a day like this one, a little later a little earlier that you descover without surprise that something is wrong that you don't know how to live and you will never know

There will be sex after death; we just won't be able to feel it.

We are always beginning to live, but are never living.

I need to get my life together, but I'm kinda waiting to see if the world is gonna end before I put in any real effort.

Why do people live in places like this? There's nothing here. You see all that sky?" she asked Roarke. "You shouldn't be able to see that much sky from down here. It can't be good for you.

La cuestión que le ocupa verdaderamente, igual que ocupa al gato y al ratón y a cualquier otro animal atrapado en el infierno del laboratorio o del zoo es: ¿Dónde está mi casa y cómo llego a ella?

Did television execs have souls? Now, that was an existential question and a half.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.

O hell, I'm sick of life - If I had any guts I'd drown myself in that tiresome water but that wouldn't be getting it over at all, I can just see the big transformations and plans jellying down there to curse us up in some other wretched suffering form eternities of it - I guess that's what the kid feels - She looks so sad down there wandering Ophelialike in bare feet among thunders.

Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?

I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

I sat cross-legged in the sand and contemplated my life. Well, there, and what difference did it make? What's going to happen to me up ahead?

I wasn't scare, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.

Troubles, you see, is the generalization-word for what God exists in.

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.

Where go? what do? what for?—sleep.