Existence Quotes

“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC”

God is not what you imagine or what you think you understand. If you understand you have failed.

Language itself conditions, limits, and predetermines what we see. Language doesn't record reality: it shapes and creates it, so that the whole of our universe is textual.

I live on Earth at present,
and I don’t know what I am.
I know that I am not a category.
I am not a thing—a noun.
I seem to be a verb,
an evolutionary process—
an integral function of the universe.

There are naive questions, tedious questions, ill-phrased questions, questions put after inadequate self-criticism. But every question is a cry to understand the world. There is no such thing as a dumb question

We must see that consciousness is neither an isolated soul nor the mere function of a single nervous system, but of that totality of interrelated stars and galaxies which makes a nervous system possible.

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

Life itself is only a vision, a dream; nothing exists save empty space and you. And you are but a thought.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

I'd woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise.

Two thoughts cannot coexist at once: if the clear light of mindfulness is present, there is no room for mental twilight

We are all born for love... it is the principle existence and it's only end.

The center of every man's existence is a dream.

Existence is living isn’t it? If Hell exists, how can we burn eternally in it if we lose what being human is once we vacate our faulty vessels here? Is pain a human emotion or a universal emotion? These are the things I toss around in my mind. Things no one can give me a clear answer to. Everything is a theory.

I believe the Universe is infinite. And if you have infinite space, there are infinite possibilities. Anything I can think of or say or think has already been thought up before—somewhere. Somewhere in time there is a planet, probably not very unlike ours, where death does not exist anymore. There is no pain, or war, or disease. I imagined it, haven’t I? So it must exist.

Death is a state of non-being. That which is not, does not exist. Therefore death does not exist. Only truth exists. Truth and beauty. Each is interchangeable, but are aspects of themselves. Er, what specifically did they say they had in mind for me?

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.