Essence of Existence Quotes

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

Love is exactly as strong as life.

Love is the law of life.

I don’t know what it means to live.

The intangible represents the real power of the universe. It is the seed of the tangible.

When the healthy nature of man acts as a whole, when he feels himself to be in the world as in a great, beautiful, noble, and valued whole, when harmonious ease affords him a pure and free delight, then the universe, if it could experience itself, would exult, as having attained its goal, and admire the climax of its own becoming and essence.

Sometimes in the ignorance I feel the meaning Invincible invisible wisdom, And I commune with intuitive instinct With the force that made life be And since it made life be It is greater than life And since it let extinction be It is greater than extinction. I commune with feelings more than prayer

I have been saying and writing for so many years that one sentence can encapsulate the totality of life, of existence, of being: Infinite love is the only truth-everything else is Illusion.

I guess I've always written more from the opposite perspective, that kind of existentialist perspective which argues that existence precedes essence. And there really isn't anything essential in there - you're the product of your actions, which can always change. And they retrospectively make you one way or another.

Existence has no personality. No question of personalities, it simply is whatsoever it is. To experience existence as it is, is to know the truth.

Nothing matters except life and the love you make.

It seems not to have been written. It is the quintessence of life. It is the basic truth.

The truth is: you don’t have a life, you are life.

Life's what's important. Walking, houses, family. Birth and pain and joy - and then death.

This living stuff is a lot. Too much, and not enough. Half empty, and half full.

I am afraid that old women are more skeptical in their most secret heart of hearts than any man: they believe in the superficiality of existence as in its essence, and all virtue and profundity is to them merely a veil over this "truth," a most welcome veil over a pudendum--and so a matter of decency and modesty, and nothing else.

How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?

The truth of truths is love.

Life only avails, not the having lived.

The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.

What is life without the radiance of love?

No theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself

It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love for the beauty of the world at its most beautiful, and, beyond that, for that beauty east of the sun and west of the moon which is past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of Being itself and what lies at the heart of Being.