Best 1828 quotes in «existence quotes» category

Reality cannot breathe without imagination.

Reality is not wild or chaos. It is a grand artwork of the existence. Compassion is harmonizing our soul with the grand melody of the existence.

Real life is just another stage. Just another stage where I have to look and act Like I have everything put together; everything neat, perfect, and in order, when in reality I’m slowly dying, Slowly decaying, screaming and clawing, at this little box I’ve been put into,  Trying desperately to escape.

Really good writing has purpose and that purpose should be to shape other minds to desire truth and a more noble purpose in life and to become more thoughtful and knowledgable about important things like being kind and loving towards all living beings on our planet and not just humans but all animals.

Reasonableness is a matter of degree. Beliefs can be very reasonable (Japan exists), fairly reasonable (quarks exist), not unreasonable (there's intelligent life on other planets) or downright unreasonable (fairies exist). There's a scale of reasonableness, if you like, with very reasonable beliefs near the top and deeply unreasonable ones towards the bottom. Notice a belief can be very high up the scale, yet still be open to some doubt. And even when a belief is low down, we can still acknowledge the remote possibility it might be true. How reasonable is the belief that God exists? Atheists typically think it very unreasonable. Very low on the scale. But most religious people say it is at least not unreasonable (have you ever met a Christian who said 'Hey, belief in God is no more reasonable than belief in fairies, but I believe it anyway!'?) They think their belief is at least halfway up the scale of reasonableness. Now, that their belief is downright unreasonable might, in fact, be established empirically. If it turned out that not only is there no good evidence of an all-powerful, all-good God, there's also overwhelming evidence against (from millions of years of unimaginable and pointless animal suffering, including several mass extinctions - to thousands of children being crushed to death or buried alive in Pakistan earthquake, etc. etc. etc.) then it could be empirically confirmed that there's no God. Would this constitute a 'proof' that there's no God? Depends what you mean by 'proof'. Personally I think these sorts of consideration do establish beyond any reasonable doubt that there is no all-powerful all-good God. So we can, in this sense, prove there's no God. Yet all the people quoted in my last blog say you cannot 'scientifically' prove or disprove God's existence. If they mean prove beyond any doubt they are right. But then hardly anything is provable in that sense, not even the non-existence of fairies.

Religion is the sense of comprehension of the totality of existence.

Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

Remember that existence comes before the happiness and thus to exist is more important than to be happy!

Remember that every day you quicken into motion waves that undulate on to the very confines of existence; you stir up waves that break upon the shores of eternity itself. And it is of much importance whether they are waves of brightness that are radiated, bearing light and fragrance far and wide, or whether they are waves of gloom, carrying misery and misfortune to loosen pent-up glaciers that will create an Ice Age of the national heart.

Resistance is dauntless audacity of the lesser against the greater through a will to suffering—the essential quality of existing—because suffering most clearly evinces the will-power of the sufferer. History is the story of ‘I’ as observed and evaluated by ‘me.’ When the history is written by my hands, I will fear nothing and live as if I am the history.

respond rather than react to situations, people or environment. Let go of limiting emotions such as fear, frustration and anger and start to express your emotions to others, this is essential to a healthy wellbeing.

Rest your mind for a moment in the peace of knowing you were created and you do exist.

Right now universes are being created thrown together and destroyed the world over. Seven billion souls, each preoccupied with their own unique reality, each with a head full of memories, plans, learned knowledge and accumulated trivia; birthdays, telephone numbers, bus routes, passwords. Each one with somewhere to go, something they need to get done. They all have birth certificates and shoe sizes. Every single one has a story.

Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.

Savor your existence. Live every moment. Do not waste a breath.

Science is much better at finding things that exist than at ruling out things that don't.

Seeing pictures of other places around the world makes me feel more important. Reminds me, even though life is short, there's so much to do.

Seeing the skylines The heart becomes pensive and still; Mammoth is the world, Our existence…almost nil!

Seek the eternity of your existence.

Self-aware existence. I’m lucky to have it, but there are times when I think that I ought to know better what to do with it. What it’s for. Sometimes it seems entirely pointless.

Send these images of me through the internet out into the universe, where I will continue my out-of-body existence.

SENSES, APPEARANCE, ESSENCE and EXISTENCE The world we see with our senses are very different than the world we see through our essence. Our senses perceive the world of appearance. Our essence perceive the deeper layers of existence. The first step of perceiving the world of essence is not to have any goal other than to understand. "Understanding" has to be the ultimate goal. Then, we can solve the problems.

SENSES, APPEARANCE and ESSENCE The world we see through our senses are very different than the world we see through our essence. Senses perceive the world of appearance. The first step of perceiving the world of essence is not to have any goal other than to understand. "Understanding" has to be the ultimate goal. Then, we can solve the problems.

SENSES, APPEARANCE, ESSENCE and EXISTENCE The world we see with our senses is very different than the world we see through our essence. Our senses perceive the world of appearance. Our essence perceives the deeper layers of existence. The first step of perceiving the world of essence is to have no goal other than to understand. "Understanding" has to be the ultimate goal. Only then, can we solve the problems.

Ser ou não ser, eis a questão. O que é mais nobre para a alma? Sofrer as pedradas e as setas da fortuna ultrajosa ou tomar armas contra um mar de tribulações e, fazendo-lhes rosto, dar-lhes fim? Morrer... dormir... mais nada. Dizer que, por meio de um sono, acabamos com as angústias e com os mil embates naturais de que é herdeira a carne é um desfecho que se deve ardentemente desejar. Morrer... dormir... dormir! Sonhar talvez! Ah! Aqui é que está o embaraço. Pois que sonhos podem sobrevir naquele sono da morte depois de nos termos libertado deste bulício mortal? Eis o que nos obriga a fazer pausa; eis a reflexão de que procede a calamidade de uma vida tão longa. Com efeito, quem suportaria os açoites e os escárnios desta época, a injustiça do opressor, a contumélia do orgulhoso, os tormentos do amor desprezado, as dilações da lei, a insolência do poder e os maus tratos que o mérito paciente recebe de criaturas indignas, podendo com um simples punhal outorgar a si mesmo tranquilidade? Quem quereria sopesar o fardo, gemer e suar debaixo de uma vida pesadíssima, se o temor dalguma coisa depois da morte - o desconhecido país de cujas raias nenhum viajante ainda voltou - não enleasse a vontade e não fizesse antes padecer os males que temos, do que voar para outros que ignoramos? Assim, a consciência torna-nos a todos covardes; assim o fulgor natural da resolução é amortecido pelo pálido clarão do pensamento; e, assim, empresas enérgicas e de grande alcance torcem o caminho, e perdem o nome de ação.

She falls back like a dead weight. The red hair loosens from the hair band and spreads in the colorful surface of the pillows, her white body is in sharp contrast, the gleam in her bloodshot eyes becomes intense and shines. My aunt, lying like this, looks like a goddess in an orgasm, only that, inside, she is suffering. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. The same is happening to us, we're really disappearing. I think of the matter of our bodies, changeable, disappearing in the particles of the air while we breathe. In this room, everywhere, we are printed on the walls, in the air that settles on things. I breathe and look at her. I'm stuck in her.

She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her? I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

She’s a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don’t come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

She was the stars and the heavens and the oceans. There was nothing but that single fragment of time, and this bud of love we had planted inside it. And then, at some point after it started, the kiss ended, and I stroked her hair, and the church bells rang in the distance and everything in the world was in alignment.

Sie fuhr, was das Auto an Geschwindigkeit leisten konnte. Sie wünschte sich ein Strafmandat. Eine Funkstreife, die sie aufhielt. Einen Streifenpolizisten. »Herr Inspektor. Ich fahre wegen meiner Kinder so schnell. Sie wissen doch. Immer müssen sie irgendwo abgeholt werden.« Und er würde reden mit ihr. Sie nach ihren Papieren fragen. Nach der Autoapotheke. Dem Pannendreieck. Er würde reden müssen mit ihr. Und das Strafmandat. Wäre das nicht eine Bestätigung. Sie war an dem und dem Tag um die und die Zeit an dem und dem Ort zu schnell gefahren. Sie war da gewesen. Hatte existiert.

Since then, he watched the man live his completely stifling life over and over again, one repetitive day at a time. It was so consistent that Roen even complained about the same things at the same times every day.

Sitting here, literally amongst the dead, reckoning up gains and losses, casting accounts, I have come to see gains that cannot be reckoned in terms of wealth, and losses that are more damaging than loss of a crop... I look at the River and I see the lifeblood of Egypt that has existed before we lived and that will exist after we die... Life and death, Renisenb, are not of such great account.

Siz bu dünyaya mutlu olmak için geldiniz. Sevmek için, haz almak için, sevginizi paylaşmak için geldiniz. Bunlar sizin yaşam hakkınız. Şu anda yaşıyorsunuz. Bu haklarınızı kullanın ve yaşamdan zevk alın. İçinizden akıp geçen yaşama tepki duymayın. Çünkü içinizden akıp geçen yaşam Tanrıdır. Sizin varlığınız Tanrının varlığının kanıtıdır. Sizin varlığınız yaşamın ve enerjinin kanıtıdır.

Sing the world into existence…..

Sluka shook her head. "We're talking about them in the past tense, and we never even discussed them in the present. It's like their only reason for existing was so they could die.

Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent death still filled her with horror.

So many times I've wondered what might have happened to me if I had lost my legs, or even just my right one, where my first melanoma appeared two or three years later. If I'd been a second slower stepping away from the car, I might not be dying now. I'd be legless, of course, but still in good health. Of these fateful forks in the road our lives are made up. We are all just a millimetre away from death, all of the time, if only we knew it.

Solo me siento vivo a partir del instante en que contemplo mi existencia.

Some animals can see only in black and white, so everything is a shade of grey, others can see in various colors. If you cease to look at something and it continues to exist, what color does it have? The color one species sees it in, or the color another species sees it in? Clearly it can't be grey and have another color at the same time. The same applies to other sense perceptions, a vibration in the air sounds different to different species, the same odour can smell different to different species. Remove the observer, what sound or smell continues to exist. The way one observer hears the sound or the way the other observer hears it? Does an odour continue to exist the way one observer smells it or the way another smells it? Something cannot be of different colors, smells or sounds at the same time. Clearly the sense perceptions a particular observer has disappear when the observer ceases to be making an observation.

Some are condemned to remain mere “clock and smart phone watchers”, inasmuch as they are not able to read and interpret the lines of their life or don't even treasure the enchantment of daily captivating moments. If we are not prepared to give some personal time to social time, we walk like blind men through gloomy alleys of our existence. ( " Please. Just a bit of a chat " )

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Some creatures, like bees, seem to exist for a purpose; while others, like butterflies, seem to exist just to exist.

Some ideas take you on an existential elevator.

Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence. He would keep drifting from moment to moment - inhaling the fragrances of these moments as one inhaled from the flowers in a garden.

Some people are there just for being in imagination even if you know they are walking somewhere on this planet. Thats because they are just too good to exist.

Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence.

Someone with a fresh mind, one not conditioned by upbringing and environment, would doubtless look at science and the powerful reductionism that it inspires as overwhelmingly the better mode of understanding the world, and would doubtless scorn religion as sentimental wishful thinking. Would not that same uncluttered mind also see the attempts to reconcile science and religion by disparaging the reduction of the complex to the simple as attempts guided by muddle-headed sentiment and intellectually dishonest emotion? ...Religion closes off the central questions of existence by attempting to dissuade us from further enquiry by asserting that we cannot ever hope to comprehend. We are, religion asserts, simply too puny. Through fear of being shown to be vacuous, religion denies the awesome power of human comprehension. It seeks to thwart, by encouraging awe in things unseen, the disclosure of the emptiness of faith. Religion, in contrast to science, deploys the repugnant view that the world is too big for our understanding. Science, in contrast to religion, opens up the great questions of being to rational discussion, to discussion with the prospect of resolution and elucidation. Science, above all, respects the power of the human intellect. Science is the apotheosis of the intellect and the consummation of the Renaissance. Science respects more deeply the potential of humanity than religion ever can.

Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence. He would keep drifting from moment to moment - inhaling the fragrances of these moments like one inhaled from the flowers in a garden!

Sometimes it’s like that in life too. We look into a past that no longer exists, looking as if it’s real. We hold onto things in our life that there’s no reason to hold onto anymore because, unlike the stars, they don’t bring us beauty, they bring us pain.