Quotes About Existentialism

Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

Happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue.

And, indeed, I will at this point ask an idle question on my own account: which is better — cheap happiness or exalted sufferings? Well, which is better?

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.

I don't want to be a genius-I have enough problems just trying to be a man.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.

You're 28, why are you going to goth clubs? Do what I do, sit at home & wait to die. You don't have to kill yourself, you're just waiting.

I am a confectionery-based existentialist.

What's up?" [asked Ford.]"I don't know, " said Marvin, "I've never been there.

I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide...

This existenitalist stuff sure is crap

God does not exist. He is being-itself beyond essence and existence. Therefore to argue that God exists is to deny him.

Life has no meaning. It doesn't need a meaning. A meaning is an arbitrary thought formulation that we affix to it because we are in the mood. Life is its own raison d'etre.

I am always thinking 'What am I doing here? Is this the way I am supposed to feel?'

Postmodernity means the exhilarating freedom to pursue anything, yet mind-boggling uncertainty as to what is worth pursuing and in the name of what one should pursue it.

Shaggy existentialists in frayed sandals, dilettantes by the score, spies by the portfolio.

he said apropos of nothing one day, "No talk about 'relationships,' understood?" I think I did have the presence of mind to ask, "Why?" "It's a waste of time," he said. "The existentialists have it right. Whatever is the case, is. No amount of talk is going to change it. The only thing we have to feel responsible for to each other is to pay attention to what's happening between us. It either is or it isn't.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live --moreover, the only one.

The whole thing is so far beyond human measure that one's individual rage and revolt seem of no more use than a woman's scream at an accident she isn't in.

Sartre, Kierkegaard, Heidegger: cool guys, smart, lotta meat between the ears on those fellas, and certainly trying to define who we are in the world or the universe is a noble undertaking. But isn't it somewhat as legitimate to try to define the reason why people do the horrible things they do? It's a fascinating query for me. It's a kick. Hence, my plight. I write horror.

There is not love of life without despair about life.

Mother died today, or maybe it was yesterday.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?