Existence quotes

Welcome to our extensive collection of quotes about Existence. This category delves into the fundamental questions and musings about the nature of being, the meaning of life, and the intricacies of existence itself. Within these pages, you will find a rich tapestry of insightful quotes from a range of philosophers, writers, scientists, and thinkers.

Existence is a topic that has fascinated humanity for centuries, as we grapple with the mysteries of our own existence and the universe we inhabit. Whether contemplating the purpose of life, the nature of consciousness, or the interconnectedness of all things, these quotes offer a thought-provoking exploration of the human experience.

From existential ponderings on the nature of reality to profound insights into the human condition, our collection of quotes about Existence encompasses a wide range of perspectives. These quotes may inspire introspection, ignite curiosity, or simply offer solace in the quest for understanding the mysteries that surround us.

So, join us on this journey of contemplation and reflection as we explore the timeless theme of Existence through the words of renowned thinkers and wise souls from throughout history and across cultures. May these quotes shed light on the profound questions that tangle our minds and evoke a deeper understanding and appreciation for the sheer wonder of being alive.

Food doesn't exist, but can only be invented. And reinvented.
Any life, however long and complicated it may be, actually consists of a single moment — the moment when a man knows forever more who he is.
Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.
Geronimo
Geronimo
Apache Warrior & Symbol of Indigenous Resistance
I cannot think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun, the darkness, the winds are all listening to what we have to say.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
Life's meaning has always eluded me and I guess always will. But I love it just the same.
Russell Hoban
Russell Hoban
Versatile Author & Creative Storyteller
There must be a lot of people in the world being wondered about by people who don't see them anymore.
D.T. Suzuki
D.T. Suzuki
Pioneer of Zen Buddhism in the West
The rocks are where they are- and this is their will. The rivers flow- and this is their will. The birds fly- this is their will. Human beings talk- this is their will. The seasons change, heaven sends down rain or snow, the earth occasionally shakes, the waves roll, the stars shine- each of them follows its own will. To be is to will and so is to become.
Peter Deunov
Peter Deunov
Spiritual Teacher & Philosopher
Love resolves all contradictions. Without love, man cannot make sense of his existence.
M. F. K. Fisher
M. F. K. Fisher
Pioneering Food Writer
When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.
Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary
American psychologist and author
The most important thing you do in your life is to die.
Craig Stone
Craig Stone
English footballer
We only borrow the breaths we take in life. Every breath we borrow we give back, including our last. In the end, no matter how we lived, we all die feeling owed.
Kabir Helminski
Kabir Helminski
Author
Whatever the soul chooses to love, it will resemble. And therefore what we choose to love is important: Love is the force behind every level of existence. There is some good in every attraction, but there is a process of refining attraction, of choosing what to love, so that we are energized by a wider, purer love
I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space- who else?
We accept reality so readily - perhaps because we sense that nothing is real.
Those who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.
Geronimo
Geronimo
Apache Warrior & Symbol of Indigenous Resistance
We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are useless or else Usen would not have created us. He created all tribes of men and certainly had a righteous purpose in creating each.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
What do you mean less than nothing? I don't think there is any such thing as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It's the lowest you can go. It's the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than nothing, then nothing would not be nothing, it would be something - even though it's just a very little bit of something. But if nothing is nothing, then nothing has nothing that is less than it is.
M. F. K. Fisher
M. F. K. Fisher
Pioneering Food Writer
War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist
There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.
Only in the present do things happen.
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
From three to four, he planned to stand perfectly still and think of what it was like to be alive.
What does it mean to be born? After we die, will it be the same thing as it was before we were born? Or a different kind of nothingness? Because there might be knowledge then. Memory.
Life itself is a quotation.
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
E. B. White
E. B. White
Versatile Writer & Author of Beloved Classics
After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.
If space is infinite, we may be at any point in space. If time is infinite, we may be at any point in time.
Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.
To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
May Heaven exist, even if my place is Hell.
We (the indivisible divinity that works in us) have dreamed the world. We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false.
I suppose identity depends on memory. And if my memory is blotted out, then I wonder if I exist - I mean, if I am the same person. Of course, I don't have to solve that problem. It's up to God, if any.
The earth we inhabit is an error, an incompetent parody. Mirrors and paternity are abominable because they multiply and affirm it.
The thought came over me that never would one full and absolute moment, containing all the others, justify my life, that all of my instants would be provisional phases, annihilators of the past turned to face the future, and that beyond the episodic, the present, the circumstantial, we were nobody.
Then I reflect that all things happen, happen to one, precisely now. Century follows century, and things happen only in the present. There are countless men in the air, on land and at sea, and all that really happens happens to me.
The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces "every" possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us exist.
Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.
The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.
I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death . Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?
Time is the substance of which we are made
I will pause to consider this eternity from which the subsequent ones derive.
Canada is so far away it hardly exists.
The certainty that everything has already been written annuls us, or renders us phantasmal.
The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconcievable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle.