Quotes About Existentialism

What Mark Nechtr fears most: solipsistic solipsism: silence.

This is reality in a universe without God: there is no hope; there is no purpose. It reminds me of T.S. Eliot's haunting lines: This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. What is true of mankind as a whole is true of each of us individually: we are here to no purpose. If there is no God, then our life is not fundamentally different from that of a dog.

It was one of those moments when the prizes and penalties of life seem equally stale and futile.

Not faith in the beyond, but only doubt can make you, sorry soul, a bit less wretched.

A Fryderyk, Fryderyk, co wiedziaÅ' o tym Fryderyk, gaszÄ…cy papierosa, bawiÄ…cy siÄ™ gaÅ'kami chleba? Fryderyk, Fryderyk, Fryderyk! Fryderyk, siedzÄ…cy tutaj, umieszczony przy tym stole, w tym domu, na tych polach nocnych i w tym kÅ'Ä™bowisku pasji! Ze swojÄ… twarzÄ…, która byÅ'a jednÄ… wielkÄ… prowokacjÄ…, poniewa? nade wszystko wystrzegaÅ'a siÄ™ prowokacji. Fryderyk!

En la mitad del camino de mi vida me encontré en una selva oscura... Y algo peor aún: aquella selva era verde.

Death doesn't really worry me that much, I'm not frightened about it... I just don't want to be there when it happens.

O'Rouke'un orada bir bira içerken olanlar?n bir muhasebesini yapmaya çal??t?m. Ä°ÅŸler kar???kt?. Sokrates intihar etmiÅŸti... Ya da öyle olduÄŸunu söylüyorlard?. Ä°sa öldürülmüÅŸtü. Nietzsche ise delirmiÅŸti. EÄŸer yukar?da biri varsa bile kimsenin bunu bilmesini istemiyor gibiydi.

We are adrift alone in the cosmos wreaking monstrous violence on one another out of frustration and pain.

Isn't it ironic, Richard Parker? We're in hell yet still we're afraid of immortality.

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

On the mantelpiece, the photograph of a chimpanzee and a statuette of the Buddha. This proximity, more accidental than intentional, makes me wonder over and over where my place might be between these two extrems, man's pre and transfiguration.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

Todos los hombres tienen que destruir su vida. Y según la manera como lo hagan se llamarán triunfadores o fracasados.

She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.

Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying without knowing of what.

Refugiei-me na doideira porque a razão não me bastava.

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Sou um monstro ou isso é ser uma pessoa?

Who hasn't ever wondered: am I monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Quem já não se perguntou: sou um monstro ou isto é ser uma pessoa?

Real life is so secret that not even I, who am dying of it, have been given the password, I am dying without knowing of what. And the secret is such that only if the mission is finally carried out do I, all of a sudden, see that I was born entrusted with it - all of life is a secret mission.

she was inept. Inept for living. She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.

Look, haven't you noticed, none of your questions have answers?