Quotes about Existence
La realidad no me entusiasma, pero sigue siendo el único lugar donde se come decentemente.
— Ernest Cline
Self is the soul minus God.
— Eugene Peterson
There is a large, leisurely center to existence where God must be deeply pondered, lovingly believed.
— Eugene Peterson
The bawling of babies, always in a way Inappropriate - why should the love and innocent Greet existence with wails? - is proof that not all Is well. Dreams and deliveries never quite mesh.
— Eugene Peterson
The Word was first, the Word present to God, God present to the Word. The Word was God, in readiness for God from day one. Everything was created through him; nothing—not one thing!— came into being without him. What came into existence was Life, and the Life was Light to live by. The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness; the darkness couldn't put it out.
— Eugene Peterson
To be human is to be in trouble.
— Eugene Peterson
The best argument I know for an immortal life is the existence of a man who deserves one.
— William James
A horse walks into a bar, and the barman says "Why the long face?". The horse replies: "I'm deeply troubled by the anthropomorphic aspects of my existence and the extent to which I am now protected by law."
— Bill Bailey
Life is very difficult. One of the most ancient of religious ideas that emerges everywhere, I would say, is that life is essentially suffering.
— Jordan Peterson
If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
— CS Lewis
Surely God would not have created such a being as man, with an ability to grasp the infinite, to exist only for a day! No, no, man was made for immortality.
— Abraham Lincoln
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
— Albert Camus