#existence

Everyone asks me about being so worried or thinking about existence as if I'm the only person who can't understand why a tree grows the way it does or why a person is in power when they're not that great. These are questions everyone has. ↗

— Chris Martin

#asks #being #does #everyone #existence

So we can't go backwards, we can only go where the evolutionary trajectory is taking us and attune our ideas about ourselves and our existence to that course. ↗

— Thom Mayne

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If I had no family, my wife and I would lead a much more romantic and nomadic existence. ↗

— David McCallum

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There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book. ↗

— Carson McCullers

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I mean, if you degrade someone, you isolate them, you control them, you call them names, you demean them. That's a horrible existence for people. ↗

— Phil McGraw

#control #degrade #demean #existence #horrible

The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#hopeless #love #necessary #romantic #sky-and-dean

Humanity needs dreams to be able to survive the miseries of daily existence, even if only for an instant. ↗

— Oscar Niemeyer

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter. ↗

— Max Planck

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To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#existence #life #death