I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
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She was not an existence, an experience, a passion, a structure of sensations, to anybody but herself. To all humankind besides Tess was only a passing thought. Even to friends she was no more than a frequently passing thought.
Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.
You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.
— Osho, facebook.com
The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature w…
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.
I am conscious about myself and everything, and then suddenly, or slowly, my conscious fades out. Switches off. And it’s not existing, and that’s a marvelous feeling. That from existing, I am not existing. And at that moment, nothing can happen to me.
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.
There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Sometimes, all you had to do was exist in order to be someone’s saviour.
I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.
I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.
One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.
All things appear and disappear because of the concurrence of causes and conditions. Nothing ever exists entirely alone; everything is in relation to everything else.
We don’t exist unless there is someone who can see us existing, what we say has no meaning until someone can understand, while to be surrounded by friends is constantly to have our identity confirmed; their knowledge and care for us have the power to pull us from our numbness
In looking out upon the world, we forget that the world is looking at itself.