Without awareness, we are not truly alive.
Man is born unto the trouble as the sparks fly upwards.' In other words suffering is germane to our existence; indeed, how without it, should we be able to 'fly upwards
In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.
Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, t...
There is no reason to be in touch with you I m reduced to sub existence
In the quantum multiverse, every choice, every decision you've ever and never made exists in an unimaginably vast ensemble of parallel universes.
He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch.
There can be no stronger proof of the impoverishment of our contemporary culture than the popular - though profoundly mistaken - definition of myth as falsehood.
I don't really believe anything I say. Because the nature of my work concerns the spaces between the words, rather than the words themselves.
Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.
How is it I have the strength to carry my own weaknesses?
... burdened with the unbearable weight of ourself.
Maybe it's not logical. I don't know. I don't care. I've been asked didnt I think it odd that I should be present to witness the death of everything and I do think it's odd but that doesnt mean it's n...
Do I dream you? Or you dream me? Or does someone, something bigger than all' - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - 'this beauteous calamity, dream everything we see and more?
The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
One day about a month ago, I really hit bottom. You know, I just felt that in a Godless universe, I didn't want to go on living. Now I happen to own this rifle, which I loaded, believe it or not, and...
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.
Alan, the first winter we knew him, stood at my desk in the Cathedral library and remarked, I think you and Hugh live more existentially than most people.I felt we'd made it: we, like Sartre and Camus...