William Faulkner Quotes

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

The meaning of the universe lies outside the universe.

No man can pass into eternity, for he is already in it.

If the present is really all we have, then the present lasts forever.

We do not say: Being is, time is, but rather: there is Being and there is time.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

Lies 1: There is only the present and nothing to remember. Lies 2: Time is a straight line. Lies 3: The difference between the past and the futures is that one has happened while the other has not. Lies 4: We can only be in one place at a time. Lies 5: Any proposition that contains the word 'finite' (the world, the universe, experience, ourselves...) Lies 6: Reality as something which can be agreed upon. Lies 7: Reality is truth.

Time is the product of changing realities, beings, existences.

For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

The lonely reality of the truth-that the most important person in your life suddenly ceased to exist. Which on a bad day meant maybe she had never existed at all. And on a good day, there was the other fear. That even if you were a hundred percent sure she had been there, maybe you were the only one who cared or remembered.

Past and future exist only in our memory. The present moment, though, is outside of time, it's Eternity.

All known existence points beyond itself.

The truth about forever is that it is happening right now.

There is neither past nor future. There is only the present. Yesterday was the present to you when you experienced it, and tomorrow will be also the present when you experience it. Therefore, experience takes place only in the present, and beyond experience nothing exists.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

The past cannot remember the past. The future can't generate the future. The cutting edge of the instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is.

This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, hours, days the calendar compounds as if the past existed somewhere like an inheritance still waiting to be claimed.

Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.

Ultimate Reality, if such an entity can be postulated, is ineffable.

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me.

How things stand, is God. God is, how things stand.

God is not all that exists. God is all that does not exist.

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.