Quotes About Meaning

What remains of Beethoven? A frown, an improbable mane, and a somber voice intoning Es muss seine! ….And so n and so forth. Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into Kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

They not only offered the possibility of an imaginary escape from a life she found unsatisfying; they also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane from the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.

It takes so little, so infinitely little, for a person to cross the border beyond which everything loses meaning: love, convictions, faith, history. Human life -- and herein lies its secret -- takes place in the immediate proximity of that border, even in direct contact with it; it is not miles away, but a fraction of an inch

all languages that derive from Latin form the word compassion by combining the prefix meaning with (com-) and the root meaning suffering

?ovjek i ne znaju?i komponira svoj život prema zakonima ljepote i u trenutcima najdubljeg bezna?a.

gülmek, derinlemesine yaÅŸamakt?r.

Una belleza no intencional. Sí. También podría decirse: la belleza como error. Antes de que la belleza desaparezca por completo del mundo, existirá aún durante un tiempo como error. La belleza como error es la última fase de la historia de la belleza.

Nós compreendemos há muito tempo que não era mais possível mudar este mundo, nem remodelá-lo, nem impedir sua infeliz trajetória para a frente. Havia uma única resistência possível: não levá-lo a sério. Mas constato que nossas gozações perderam seu poder.

Çünkü herkes ilgisiz bir evren içinde görülüp iÅŸitilmeden yokolup gideceÄŸi düÅŸüncesiyle ac? çekmektedir. Bu yüzden, daha vakit varken, kendisini sözcüklerden oluÅŸan bir evrene dönüÅŸtürmek ister.

le but que l'on poursuit est toujours voilé. Une jeune fille qui a envie de se marier a envie d'une chose qui lui est tout à fait inconnue. Le jeune homme qui court après la gloire n'a aucune idée de ce qu'est la gloire. Ce qui donne un sens à notre conduite nous est toujours totalement inconnu. (partie III, ch. 10)

It takes so little,so infinitely little, for someone to find himself on the other side of the boarder, where everything - love, conviction, faith, history - no longer has meaning. The whole mystery of human life resides in the fact that it is spent in the immediate proximity of, and even direct contact with, that boarder, that it is separated from it not by kilometers but by barely a millimeter.

If we have only one life to live,we might as well not have lived at all.

Not everything written on Kafka is Kafkology. How then to define Kafkology? By a tautology: Kafkology is discourse for Kafkologizing Kafka. For replacing Kafka with the Kafkologized Kafka.

El hombre lo vive todo a la primera y sin preparación. Como si un actor representase su obra sin ningún tipo de ensayo. Pero ¿qué valor puede tener la vida si el primer ensayo para vivir es ya la vida misma? Por eso la vida parece un boceto. Pero ni siquiera boceto es la palabra precisa, porque un boceto es siempre un borrador de algo, la preparación para un cuadro, mientras que el boceto que es nuestra vida es un boceto para nada, un borrador sin cuadro.

Con las metáforas no se juega. El amor puede surgir de una sola metáfora.

For it is clear immediately: human life as such is a defeat. All we can do in the face of that ineluctable defeat called life is to try to understand it. That - that is the raison d'être of the art of the novel.

Todos consideramos impensable que el amor de nuestra vida pueda ser algo leve, sin peso; creemos que nuestro amor es algo que tenía que ser; que sin él nuestra vida no sería nuestra vida. Nos parece que el propio huraño Beethoven, con su terrible melena, toca para nuestro gran amor su «es muss sein!».

And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their meaning lost, they turned into trash, chaff, dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head, they were his insomnia, his illness.

They were happy not in spite of their sadness but thanks to it.

?ovjek prolazi kroz sadašnjost vezanih o?iju. Smije samo naslu?ivati i naga?ati što zapravo doživljava. Tek poslije, kad mu skinu rubac s o?iju, može pogledati u prošlost i ustanoviti što je proživio i kakvog to ima smisla.

kitschul este, in esenta, negatia absoluta a cacatului; atit in sensul propriu cit si in cel figurat al cuvintului; kitschul exclude din cimpul sau vizual tot ce-i esential inacceptabil in existenta umana.

iar iubirile sunt ca imperiile: dac? piere ideea pe care au fost întemeiate, pier È™i ele odat? cu ea.

Metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with.

The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us.