"existence"タグの名言

We are; therefore I believe.

The eternity of existence is the sacredness of faith.

Faith is believing in something that I am not. And since the vast majority of this existence is made up of what I am not, I’m left wondering why is faith so difficult.

In no way does God’s absence call His existence into question. To the contrary, His absence calls into question my unwillingness to surrender to His existence.

Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

The stars up there at night are closer than you think.

Maybe we all just exist, all versions of us exist at times, and we have to figure out a way to get to each of them, to find each one and tell that version that it's okay, that it's all justthe way it works, a concept too powerful to ignore but too complicated to explain.

Coincidences give you opportunities to look more deeply into your existence.

Pay attention to the intricate patterns of your existence that you take for granted.

Nonconformists, we are, unsolicited, unpredictable, unencumbered, unvested, daring and iconoclastic but not for the sake of destructive ruins but construction toward a better truth, a substantial truth, and innovation. Too much of independence of the nonconformists of unique mind is considered unfitting to the establishment of existing norms and institutions because they cannot be useful functionaries for social reinforcement. Yet, poetic outcasts are reframing the stretch of imagination toward metaphysical beauty and permanence—the greatness. We deliberately detach ourselves from the exasperations and desperations of the moment of mankind. We find it particularly useful to have a burning heart and causes for misgivings and finality…to fill the unlistening void and to chastise a comfortable livelihood.

The greatest form of retaliation is not loving your enemy but ignoring them.

We are whom who admire

Then, one demurs that essentially a society is entertained by the theatre of heroism, and in strict individualism of existence, without others, it is only a narcissistic struggle. There is no hero in a lonesome existence. A man lives in a shred and contradiction of duality between his splendid uniqueness out of nature with a grip of eternality and condemnable body of contemptible smallness, transient but delightfully comfortable to rot into the disappearance. This density and finiteness! Laughable yet strangely estimable quality of certitude from his inner drive in the making of his world. O this ambiguity, O this duality, O this weakness. O human! O human!

Our objective as a realist is to maximize our worth, and our objective as a romanticist is to be foolishly youthful.

Feet on the ground, eyes to the stars, heart in union with the Superior.

There is no such thing as a true madman.

On the battlefield there is no distinction between royalty, nobility, and commons.

Imagination is the weapon to fight off an impossibility.