Quotes About Existentialism

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

I don't know what happens to you after you die. I'm not banking on there being, like, a heaven.

There is no why. We are. Life is beyond reason.

The only reason for life is life. There is no why. We are. Life is beyond reason.

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

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. What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side? And what way of knowing that the dominion of the Party would not endure for ever?

Existimos para la oscuridad». ¿Esto

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

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

Wie soll man in einer Welt leben in der einem alles und alles gleichgültig oder zum Ekel ist?

There ain't no answer. There ain't going to be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.

There ain't no answer. There ain't going to be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer. (Gertrude Stein: In Words and Pictures)

There ain't no answer. There ain't gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?

To date or not to date that is the question. It's almost as important as Shakespeare's to be or not to be which deals with death.

Nothing means anything but you still have to follow the rules.

In the space of two mere weeks, I have come to know the meaning of life. I won't share it with you, because we all have to find our own meaning. Camus was right, though. Sometimes, I feel just like Meursault.

I sit in the coffee shop waiting for night and I watch the same people scratch their asses at the same tables behind the same windows. I think of Camus, lovely and brittle, and the gunman on the sands and know I'll be here tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow with these lovely blue-gray sharks dwarfing the evening with their self-important air, looking into the murky bottoms of coffee cups and smoking my never-ending cigarettes.

No wonder I'm anxious: I'm like Woody Allen trapped in John Calvin.

When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you.

Ah! my friend, for whomever is alone, without a god and without a master, the weight of time is terrible. One must then choose a master, God being out of style.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.

(although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)