Quotes About Existentialism

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.

Nothing was true but the fatigue of life and the eternal disappointment.

Once a person has become detached from his possessions, his customary duties, his moments of solitude, where is he? What is he?

Por qué estaba deprimido? —preguntó ella. —No podría explicarlo —frunció las cejas—. No hay unos motivos concretos, excepto que para mí la vida carece de sentido, a menos de que la viva para otra persona. He estado viviendo para usted desde septiembre... aunque no la conocía.

Flung out of space

Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed.

And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? —NIETZSCHE

Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short . It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise. Has it?

Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the last six months has persuaded him otherwise. Has it?

Sono ancora convinto che vi siano luoghi troppo malvagi perché sia consentito loro di esistere. Di tanto in tanto, sogno nubi atomiche a forma di fungo che levano su una città, e figure umane che danzano sullo sfondo del rogo che un tempo era Calcutta.

Weltschmerz

The Wissenschaftslehre is Fichte's means for coming to terms with, and if possible, mitigating, the painful existential division within our own selves.

As I drove out of Warren, I didn't know what to think. The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me - a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death - or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day.

And this thought is a question: Why? "Why, why, why, why, why, why?" the tiger asks itself hour after hour, day after day, year after year, as it treads its endless path behind the bars of its cage. It cannot analyze the question or elaborate on it. If you were somehow able to ask the creature, "Why what?" it would be unable to answer you.

WE NOW KNOW TWO HIGHLY important things about people," Ishmael said, "at least according to Taker mythology. One, there's something fundamentally wrong with them, and, two, they have no certain knowledge about how they ought to live—and never will have any. It seems as though there should be a connection between these two things.

Being alone is and nothing is altogether not.

Deep within every man there lies the dread of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the tremendous household of millions and millions.

Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

Wouldn't it be wiser to experience the day ahead and savour it, as if it were my last, and postpone for a while my appointment with my pills and my whisky until the moment comes when I don't feel like coping any more and all anticipation has gone?

the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

I don't like the climate, the people, their way of life. Nothing ever happens and then one morning you wake up and find that you are 65.

not even as three women, but merely as three creatures who still possessed the need to eat but took no pleasure in it, the need to sleep but from no joy in weariness or regeneration

I'm not Wintermute now." "So what are you." He drank from the flask, feeling nothing. "I'm the matrix

I don't know. You might say what I am is basically defined by the fact that I don't know, because I can't know.