“The question of existence never gets straightened out except through existing itself.”

We do not have any clear, common and simple relation to reality and to ourselves. That is the big problem of the Western world.

Only he who already understands can listen.

Language is the house of Being.

To dwell is to garden.

Everything has always already been said. And yet this “same” possesses, as its inner truth, the inexhaustable wealth of what is on every day as if that day were its first.

Technology is therefore no mere means. Technology is a way of revealing.

The possible ranks higher than the actual.

All the poems of the poet who has entered into his poethood are poems of homecoming.

Nothing is everything that doesn’t happen at this very moment.

To say philosophy originates in wonder means philosophy is wondrous in its essence and becomes more wondrous the more it becomes what it really is.

Language speaks and not the human.

Technology is a mode of revealing. Technology comes to presence in the realm where revealing and unconcealment take place, where aletheia, truth, happens.

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world’s night utters the holy.

If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life – and only then will I be free to become myself.

Questioning is the piety of thought.

Everyone is the other and no one is himself.

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

Heartbroken over a love that didn’t even exist.

You showed me that true love exists.

When everyone that exists right now becomes history packed into the soil and stars I wonder what they will learn about us.

She was the freedom of his existence that rushed in like tsunami, that ignited his breaths into calm.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there – that is living.