Quotes About Existentialism

Pero después llega un momento en el que estás frente al espejo y te preguntas: ¿esto soy yo? ¿y por qué? ¿por qué me he solidarizado con esto? ¿y a mi qué me importa este rostro? Y en ese momento todo empieza a hundirse. Todo empieza a hundirse.

Perché le domande veramente serie sono solo quelle che possono essere formulate da un bambino. Solo le domande più ingenue sono veramente serie. Sono le domande per cui non esiste risposta. Una domanda per la quale non esiste risposta è una barriera oltre la quale non è possibile andare. In altri termini: sono proprio le domande per le quali non esiste risposta che segnano i limiti della possibilità umane e tracciano i confini dell'esistenza umana.

Beauty, the last triumph possible for man who can no longer hope.

Sabina sentía a su alrededor el vacío. Pero ¿qué sucedería si ese vacío fuese precisamente el objetivo de todas sus traiciones?

Es mejor gritar y acelerar así la propia muerte? ¿O callar y lograr así una muerte más lenta?

Sólo una cosa es segura: la contradicción entre peso y levedad es la más misteriosa y equívoca de todas las contradicciones.

what HAD come over her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had he persecuted her? Tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the unbearable lightness of being.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief.

I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is saved, nothing is redeemed.

One of the liabilities of being a deep thinker, Wyatt mused, was that it left him vulnerable to existential crises.

One of the liabilities of being a deep thinker...was that it left him vulnerable to existential crises.

Dostoyevsky described hell as perhaps nothing more than a room with a chair in it. This room has several chairs. A young man sits in one.

The factories, the jails, the drunken days and nights, the hospitals have weakened and shaken me like a mouse in the mouth of a hip-cat: life. - from an Aug. 1965 letter to Jim Roman On Cats

Their position seems to be that their God is so great he doesn't even have to exist.

El universo no fue hecho a medida del hombre; tampoco le es hostil: es indiferente.

In our obscurity - in all this vastness - there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us.

This is very similar to the suggestion put forward by the Quirmian philosopher Ventre, who said, Possibly the gods exist, and possibly they do not. So why not believe in them in any case? If it's all true you'll go to a lovely place when you die, and if it isn't then you've lost nothing, right? When he died he woke up in a circle of gods holding nasty-looking sticks and one of them said, We're going to show you what we think of Mr Clever Dick in these parts...

Last hopeless chances have got to work. Nothing makes sense otherwise. You might as well not be alive.

Death strode away, stopped, and came back. He pointed a skeletal finger at The Duck Man. WHY, he said, ARE YOU WALKING AROUND WITH THAT DUCK? What duck? AH. SORRY.

I intend to live life, not just exist.

A friend of mine that I was in a band with started me on Kafka, which in turn led to Camus and Sartre.

If we knew the meaning to everything that is happening to us, then there would be no meaning.

Was auch um mich herum geschah, nie hatte ich das Gefühl, irgend etwas davon hätte mit mir zu tun. Die ganze Zeit über hielt ich gewissermaßen den Atem an und wartete auf meinen Einsatz, wartete auf die entscheidenden Worte, die fallen mussten, damit ich hinter dem Vorhang hervor auf die Bühne treten und mitspielen konnte. Aber das Leben ging weiter und weiter, die Worte fielen nicht, und die Jahre sammelten sich an wie Dreck und Laub in einer Regenrinne.

The mature and well-balanced man, standing firmly with both feet on the earth, who has never been lamed and broken an half-blinded by the scandal of life, is as such the existentially godless man.