Forever is a long time.

But I am not going to live forever. And the more I know it, the more amazed I am by being here at all.

It's strange to be here, the mystery never leaves you alone.

There must be balance. Action and reaction. Chaos and order. Death and life.

So the world ended. And the next one began. They were infinite. They were the beginning and the ending.

Let me not anchor you to a bed of weary rocks, but let me be the kite's string that guides you in your flight.

Simulant - something that doesn't exist but pretends to... Dissimulator - an object that exists but pretends not to.

Dualism is the closest human feeling, but it is not necessarily the highest human philosophy. On the contrary, all great philosophies have been monistic. Man experiences the world dualistically, but...

You live through each memory you have hidden inside me. Through the places, we had been to and through the songs, which only we have sung and heard. Every night, I lie down and look at the sky gazing...

Life before consciousness was like blank paper, so be it.

How do you know that the past exists?

In the end, people don't view their life as merely the average of all its moments - which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For human beings, life is meaningful because it is a...

The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live.

Reality cannot breathe without imagination.

The space between between breaths is measured in moments. But the space between Truths..? Lifetimes.

Lastly, and doubtless always, but particularly at the end of the last century, certain scholars considered that since the appearances on our scale were finally the only important ones for us, there...

The beauty of existence is a passionate sacred - life.

For those who were born lovers, falling in love is neither an option nor a decision. it is a matter of existence.

Human existence is as a result of the evolution of time

All that we think and know is an illusion. Nothing exists. Everything is an opinion.

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

To live is to not think.

One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring - clean…. It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked...

The world does not stop dismantling what it has built. Why should there be sense in the world?

The impasse was this: If I let myself speculate even tentatively about that something, if I acknowledged the possibility of a nonhuman agent or agents, some mysterious Other, intervening in my life,...

He is omnipresent not only virtually but also substantially.… In him all things are contained and move, but he does not act on them nor they on him.… He is always and everywhere.… He is all eye,...

Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw...

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body.

How could a person have and do all these stupid things--clip coupons and double lock the front door--and then one day just cease to exist?

I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am...