Quotes About Existential

What terrible fear causes Man to address the Void as Thou?

It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.

Possibly twilight makes blackness dangerous Darkness. Probably all my encounters Are existential jambalaya. Which is to say, A nigga can survive. Something happened In Sanford, something happened in Ferguson And Brooklyn & Charleston, something happened In Chicago & Cleveland & Baltimore & happens Almost everywhere in this country every day. Probably someone is prey in all of our encounters. You won't admit it. The names alive are like the names In graves.

Probably all our encounters are existential Jambalaya. Which is to say, can a nigga survive?

He's a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, Knows not where he's going to, Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Rather often I am asked whether the grief remains as intense as when I wrote. The answer is, No. The wound is no longer raw. But it has not disappeared. That is as it should be. If he was worth loving, he is worth grieving over. Grief is existential testimony to the worth of the one loved. That worth abides. So I own my grief. I do not try to put it behind me, to get over it, to forget it… Every lament is a love-song.

And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to think of it like that. But actually, love is… Well, it's just you. And when you go, it's gone. Nothing abstract about it.

If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms - i you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignnes of your own body - it's because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less.

All my life I have arrived early only to find myself standing self-consciously on a corner, outside a door, in an empty room, but the closer I get to death the earlier I arrive, the longer I am content to wait, perhaps to give myself the false sensation that there is too much time rather than not enough.

You could tell he had too much wisdom for his age. Probably he believed that he wasn't made for this world. I wanted to say to him: If not you, who?

I'm sad, uneasy. I look with awe on my life and soul. Nothing satisfies me.

What is the answer?" Gertrude Stein asked Alice B. Toklas as Stein was dying. There was no reply. "In that case, what is the question?" Stein asked.

On some level, my life has been wasted on me. After all, if I can't remember it, who can?

Our Generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

Which is worse: Hell or nothing?

There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.

Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

You had a near life experience.

Not that I'm crazy or any­thing, I just want some proof that death isn't the end.

Still screaming. As if the stars give a shit.

Right now, me get­ting killed would be redun­dant.

Me has conocido en un momento extraño de mi vida

You had a near-life experience, the mechanic says.

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