Quotes About Existential

Reality continues to ruin my life.

The man who regards his own life and that of his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unfortunate but almost disqualified for life.

If life is a waste of time and time is a waste of life, lets all get wasted and have the time of our lives.

There is no tomorrow, for no one can see past this moment.

Sometimes, despite what has been said to the contrary, actions don't quite speak as loud as the written expression of bearing one's soul. I think that this is the key to whether some emotion is ever truly appreciated or whether it is forever trapped in an existential vacuum inside of us.

When it comes to fantasy formations, it is therefore essential to distinguish between (1) unconscious fantasies that curb our existential options and (2) imaginative and creative fantasies that allow us to observe the world from novel angles. Lacan's assault on narcissistic fantasies is directed at the former, whereas his commentary on the poetic potentialities of language could be argued to relate to the latter.

The world's ending, yeah. It's begun to bore her ...

I couldn't be with people and I didn't want to be alone. Suddenly my perspective whooshed and I was far out in space, watching the world. I could see millions and millions of people, all slotted into their lives; then I could see me—I'd lost my place in the universe. It had closed up and there was nowhere for me to be. I was more lost than I had known it was possible for any human being to be.

The soul sickens and heals the body, if it has sufficient existential motivation.

Some people are still alive only because they find being dead more boring than being alive.

Choice or freedom of choice is just an existential concern. But for photographers, it's a lifetime's preoccupation.

Si alguna vez me suicido, será en domingo. Es el día más desalentador, el más insulso. Quisiera quedarme en la cama hasta tarde, por lo menos hasta las nueve o las diez, pero a las seis y media me despierto solo y ya no puedo pegar los ojos. A veces pienso qué haré cuando toda mi vida sea domingo.

Casi todos los domingos, almuerzo y ceno solo, e inevitablemente me pongo melancólico. "¿Qué he hecho de mi vida?" es una pregunta que suena a Gardel o a Suplemento Femenino o artículo del Reader's Digest. No importa. Hoy domingo, me siento más allá de lo irrisorio y puedo hacerme preguntas de ese tipo.

Tengo la horrible sensación de que pasa el tiempo y no hago nada, y nada acontece, y nada me conmueve hasta la raíz. Miro

Tengo la horrible sensación de que pasa el tiempo y no hago nada y nada acontece, y nada me conmueve hasta la raíz

The world would end neither with a bang nor with a whimper, but with a push notification—a buzzing I wasn't even sure I'd felt, but figured I'd better check anyway, to see if it was real, and what it might portend.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

The shortest horror story:The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable

Now is the age of anxiety.

Derealization—A feeling that one's surroundings are strange or unreal. Often involves previously familiar people.

It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.

Normal = neutral expression concealing existential despair and brain-crushing boredom.)

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.