Quotes About Essence

Everything means something.

What is the world of the spirits? It is nothing I know about. I don't know what spirit is. Spirit is what matter does.

Nothing is just anything.

It was nothing more than what it was.

You en't gyptian, Lyra. You might pass for gyptian with practice, but there's more to us than gyptian language. There's deeps in us and strong currents. We're water people all through, and you en't, you're a fire person. What you're most like is marsh fire, that's the place you have in the gyptian scheme. You got witch oil in your soul. Deceptive, that's what you are child.

Spirit is what matter does.

Who are they now? They are the simplest version possible of themselves... They are out from under everything ever piled on top of them.

nothing from nature is good or bad. Natural things just are...

Love is not about conquest. The truth is a man can only find true love when he surrenders to it. When he opens his heart to the partner of his soul and says: Here it is! The very essence of me! It is yours to nurture or destroy.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

The words that matter always stay.

We are the time. We are the breathing. We are the air.

Her sense of humor is indistinguishable from her sense of self.

I am kissing her for a reason that transcends want and need, that feels elemental to our existence, a molecular component on which our universe will be built.

Every kiss that matters contains a recognition at its core.

was immer dich zu dem menschen macht, der du bist - es gefällt mir.<<

Don't look at the package. Look at what's inside.

JOHN: You said "Good day." I think that it is a nice day today. CAROL: Is it? JOHN: Yes, I think it is. CAROL: And why is that important? JOHN: Because it is the essence of all human communication. I say something conventional, you respond, and the information we exchange is not about the "weather," but that we both agree to converse. In effect, we agree that we are both human.

This sloughing off and scouring down to the walls is about a denial that has little to do with doing without. It is not so much the forging of one's fleshly desires as much as a terrified repudiation of the essential nature of what we are: great sloshing, suppurating bags of wet, prone to rupture. Mortal messes just waiting to happen.

There was nothing wrong with being simply, completely human.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary." —Pablo Picasso

If a man is a beast, he's a beast in his heart, and that's not the kind of heart that beats in you.

Thus set up, pen in hand, for the sake of greater truth, I would turn Portugal into a fiction. That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence? What need did I have to go to Portugal? The