#existent

To admit guilt for nonexistent crimes is unacceptable to me. ↗

— Mikhail Khodorkovsky

#crimes #guilt #me #nonexistent #unacceptable

I have a very good life, so I have nothing to complain about. Sometimes, I just have existential angst. ↗

— Meg Ryan

#angst #complain #existential #good #good life

Human social life, I suggest, is the magma that erupts and builds up, so to speak, at the fault lines where natural human capacities meet and grind against and over natural human limitations…. This meeting of powers and limitations produces a creative, dynamic tension and energy that generates and fuels the making of human social life and social structures…. It is real human persons living through the tensions of natural existential contradictions who construct patterned social meanings, interactions, institutions, and structures. ↗

— Christian Smith

#human-nature #humanism #identity #personalism #personhood

Without knowledge of what I am and why I am here, it is impossible to live, and since I cannot know that, I cannot live either. In an infinity of time, in an infinity of matter, and an infinity of space a bubble-organism emerges while will exist for a little time and then burst, and that bubble am I. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#knowledge #life #philosophy #life

There can be no question of holding forth on ethics. I have seen people behave badly with great morality and I note every day that integrity has no need of rules ↗

— Albert Camus

#morality #ethics

The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#metaphysics #metaphysics

One must have at least a readiness to love the other person, broadly speaking, if one is to be able to understand him. ↗

— Rollo May

#love #love

I can't go on, I'll go on. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#drama #existentialism #fiction #humor #nihilism

Ethics is the triumph of freedom over facticity. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#existentialism #feminism #philosophy #freedom

Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once! Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be! ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#meaning-of-life #philosophy-literature #death