Harry Chapin Quotes

I think we all do: I think we wonder if we're supposed to be here, if we're doing the right thing, if we even want to be here. At least, I do all the time.

To doubt God is to doubt one's own conscience, and in consequence, it would be to doubt everything; and then what is life for?

I think that half of us feel fraudulent in our lives anyway. There's that strange disconnect of not really knowing what we're doing sometimes, or why it matters. It's our existential crisis.

In so far as I have any beliefs, I suppose I'm like that old Peggy Lee song, 'Is That All There Is?' I want to believe there's something else going on, but what that something else is I don't pretend to know.

I just had one of those 'what the hell are we doing' moments.

And so you see I have come to doubt -All that I once held as true ~ I stand alone without beliefs -The only truth I know is you

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

To go on and on about your soul is to miss the whole point of life. I could say that with more certainty if I knew the whole point of life.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.

I, at the age of 17 or 18 as a medical student, suddenly came up against a problem: 'What am I? What is the meaning of my existence as I experience it?'

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

I am waiting for a sign that will indicate to me what meaning I must give to my life, but right now my existence is satisfactory.

It does not follow that the meaning must be given from above; that life and suffering must come neatly labeled; that nothing is worth while if the world is not governed by a purpose.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides aren't in fact sad guardians of the meaning of life.

Maybe the universe will get tired of me.

I don't know what I believe in. I try not to think about it. I don't want to think about it.

I was actually looking for answers where I kept asking myself - what am I doing?

Sometimes I'm not into being a human.

To a pagan, there is no purpose to suffering. As a result, he lives a life of loneliness and frustration.

I fell in love with this idea of an old school game character, like Donkey Kong, who looks like a very simple guy but is really wrestling with this very profound struggle: 'What's the meaning of life? What if I don't like this job I've been programmed to do?'

My search not only failed, but I convinced myself that all those who had searched like myself had failed also, and come like me to the despairing conviction that the only absolute knowledge man can possess is this—that life is without a meaning.

And remembering how those very beliefs had repelled me and had seemed meaningless when professed by people whose lives conflicted with them, and how these same beliefs attracted me and seemed reasonable when I saw that people lived in accord with them, I understood why I had then rejected those beliefs and found them meaningless, yet now accepted them and found them full of meaning. I understood that I had erred, and why I erred. I had erred not so much because I thought incorrectly, as because I lived badly. I understood that it was not an error in my thought that had hid truth from me, as much as my life itself in the exceptional conditions of epicurean gratification of desires in which I passed it. I understood that my question as to what my life is, and the answer, an evil, was quite correct. The only mistake was that the answer referred only to my life; but I had referred it to life in general. I asked myself what my life is, and got the reply: An evil and an absurdity. And really my life—a life of indulgence of desires—was senseless and evil, and therefore the reply, “Life is evil and an absurdity,” referred only to my life, but not to human life in general.

Even if I have hundreds of things to do, the disconnected feeling is still there because it is very hard to find a real purpose of life.