Existential Crisis Quotes

Existential Crisis Quote of the day

I'm trying to use the language of today to express a general existential crisis that I think the world and I are going through.

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.

Of course, the surest way to free yourself from an existential crisis is through comedy.

I think living in our culture right now, there's a universal experience where we feel like we become what we do. Sometimes that's rewarding and sometimes that creates an existential crisis.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

I had an existential crisis at the Oscars, sitting next to Sean Penn and Meryl Streep, and being like, 'What am I doing here? I don't belong here'. I felt like it could all be taken away.

A lot of times when you do things where you're killing people, the character is always having an existential crisis about it. It's fun to be no-holds-barred and have no big crisis of conscious.

I write very rarely. Only, in fact, when the sheet of paper suffers an existential crisis and threatens, if I don't surrender to it, to bury me alive under its whiteness.

I'm really enjoying growing up. I feel like so much of my life was in an existential crisis when I was young, and I don't feel as bogged down by that anymore.

I have kind of an existential crisis. I'm in my late 20s, I get excited by contemporary young culture, but at the same time, I don't want to be the 40-year-old DJ in the club.

I think for a woman, getting older can help, through personal experience, although of course older women are then rendered invisible in our society, another existential crisis.

Startups live at the intersection of existential crisis and everything going perfectly great.

Somebody took my actual physical presence away and substituted this

A person experiences anxiety when they realize their insignificance in the cosmic field, which present state of angst can exacerbated by other confusing life questions.

Do you believe we are masters of ourselves, or merely dance like puppets on strings having the illusion of independence?

Self-questioning – an effort to get in touch with our essential self – is an endless stream of thought.

There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.

There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.

Embrace the void and have the courage to exist.

We each possess the ability creatively to respond to the ontological mystery of our existence.

I don't know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?