#existance

We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are. ↗

— Anthony Marra

#existance #humanity #life #self #wolves

Our days weave together the simple pleasures of daily life, which we should never take for granted, and the higher pleasures of Art and Thought which we may now taste as we please, with none to forbid or criticise. ↗

— A.S. Byatt

#art

Death and Rebirth is one of the most crucial parts of life, without one the other simply cannot exist! ↗

— Isabella Poretsis

#death #existance #life #need #rebirth

It's funny. No matter how hard you try, you can't close your heart forever. And the minute you open it up, you never know what's going to come in. But when it does, you just have to go for it! Because if you don't, there's not point in being here. ↗

— Kirstie Alley

#chances #close #comedic #eternity #existance

Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it 'creative observation.' Creative viewing. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#existance #reality #art

DENNIS, in order to die, one must first be alive.” “Quod erat demonstrandum. Oh, yes, and also: I think, therefore I am. ↗

— Keith Caserta

#existance #life #intelligence

Some part of me can't wait to see what life's going to come up with next! Anticipation without the usual anxiety. And underneath it all is the feeling that we both belong here, just as we are, right now. ↗

— Alexander Shulgin

#anxiety #drugs #existance #shulgin #life

Many of us, I suppose, see our existences not as lives, but as life-holders, zarfs, waiting for the job, the person, the event to fill it. ↗

— Tibor Fischer

#life #the-thought-gang #thought-gang #tibor-fischer #life

I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I open my eyes. Looking, I see there are worms in the horns of the altar like live maggots in amber, there are shells of worms in the rock and moths flapping at my eyes. A wind from no place rises. A sense of the real exults me; the cords loosen: I walk on my way. ↗

— Annie Dillard

#life #purpose #life

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#existance #love #prozac #love