Quotes about Existence
Change is the universal experience. Thou art thyself undergoing a perpetual transformation and, in some sort, decay: aye and the whole Universe as well.
— Marcus Aurelius
Keep in mind how fast things pass by and are gone—those that are now, and those to come. Existence flows past us like a river: the "what" is in constant flux, the "why" has a thousand variations. Nothing is stable, not even what's right here
— Marcus Aurelius
Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse
— Marcus Aurelius
As for the person who is not impelled to give thanks for the procession of the stars, the alternation of day and night, the regular succession of the seasons, and the fruits which are produced for our enjoyment--how can such a person be counted as human at all?
— Cicero
Immortality,' said Crake, ' is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you'll be...
— Margaret Atwood
When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.
— Margaret Atwood
By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.
— Margaret Atwood
You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.
— Margaret Atwood
What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in?
— Margaret Atwood
Live in the present, make the most of it, it's all you've got.
— Margaret Atwood
I'm fine, said Pilar, for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.
— Margaret Atwood
Yet each flower, each twig, each pebble, shines as though illuminated from within, as once before, on her first day in the Garden. It's the stress, it's the adrenalin, it's a chemical effect: she knows this well enough. But why is it built in? she thinks. Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?
— Margaret Atwood