Quotes About Existentialism

Disfruto de la vida a mi manera. Pero en los últimos tiempos, no dejo de preguntarme que demonios soy. Y bastante seriamente.

But my one-day absence was probably not having an effect on anybody. Not one human being had noticed that I was gone, likely. I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

By living our lives, we nurture death.

Even if I left this world, I doubt anyone would notice. I would shout out from the dark, but no one would hear me. Still, I have to keep soldiering on until I die, the only way I know how. Not a laudable sort of life, but the only life I know how to live.

Day after day I took part in producing nothingness. Perhaps I was quite used to facing nothingness day after day - though I wouldn't go so far as to say we were intimate.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

Whereas the Greeks had Zeus and Athena, we had people who still lived in Verdun. They had a lot to bear on their shoulders. They had to invent the whole world themselves. They were supposed to have supernatural powers and achieve sainthood. When really they just found themselves peering into the mirror above the bathroom sink, looking to see how they were aging. Sitting in the bathtub, smoking a cigarette, terrified of death like the rest of us.

Every consciousness pursues the death of the other.

Es kann sein, daß wir dann eines Tages aus unserer Alltäglichkeit herausrücken und in die Macht der Dichtung einrücken müssen, daß wir nie mehr so in die Alltäglichkeit zurückkehren, wie wir sie verlassen haben.

Do you know why Albert Camus was so prolific? He wrote to keep from screaming.

Although sometimes the morbid is also the transcendent, the transcendent cannot be reduced to the morbid.

Leave me to my own absurdity.

What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?

The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.

I don't agree with mathematics; the sum total of zeros is a frightening figure.

we find nothing that gives our lives an objective meaning.

Sen, beni asla, asla tan?mayan, bir su birikintisinin yan?ndan geçercesine yan?mdan geçip giden, bir taÅŸa basarcas?na üstüme basan, hep, ama hep yoluna devam eden ve beni sonsuz bir bekleyiÅŸ içerisinde b?rakan sen, kimsin ki benim için?

Ich war durch meine fürchterliche Situation gezwungen, diese Spaltung in ein Ich Schwarz und ein Ich Weiß zumindest zu versuchen, um nicht erdrückt zu werden von dem grauenhaften Nichts um mich.

Nietzsche's own thoughts gathered around him and with which he was entrapped as by an impenetrable bell glass, a solitude wherein there were no flowers or colours or music or beasts or men, a solitude whence even God was excluded, the dead and petrified solitude of some primeval world which existed long ago or may come into being aeons hence.

Nietzsche envisions the tragic man or woman, living life to the fullest, as one who builds sandcastles passionately, all the time aware of the coming tide. The ephemeral, illusory nature of all form does not detract from the surrender to the passion of the work; it enhances and enriches it.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.

It seems to be my destiny to discourse on truth, insofar as I discover it, in such a way that all possible authority is simultaneously demolished.

The realization that life is absurdand cannot be an end, but only abeginning. This is a truth nearly allgreat minds have taken as their starting point.

Numbers do not feel. Do not bleed or weep or hope. They do not know bravery or sacrifice. Love and allegiance. At the very apex of callousness, you will find only ones and zeros.