Quotes About Meaning

Thank you, Captain Obvious." "I'm on the Senate," he reminded me. "It's Lord Obvious.

No they called it the Codex Merlini because it was written by a guy named Ralph.

The men booted them on, cursing such deep animal persistence as was not satisfied by the snuffing of one or ten or thirty, but would, if not moved otherwise, stop and consider each offering on the chance that one might hold some new clarification on the unseen nature of things, some great and final proof of meaning to be divined from the excrement of buffalo.

Christian ethics must be grounded in a rightly conceived eschatology, for what one believes about the future will largely shape how one will live today.

Some questions can't be answered." "Why?" "The question why will plague you for your entire life.

when he [the neurotic] becomes aware of his despair he usually cannot account for it. He will be likely to ascribe it to various external factors, ranging from his job or his marriage to the political situation. But it is not due to any concrete or temporary circumstance. He feels hopeless about ever making anything of his life, ever being happy or free. He feels forever excluded from all that could make his life meaningful.

In the phrase ' human being,' the word 'being' is much more important than the word 'human.'

Language is such an imprecise vehicle I sometimes wonder why we bother with it.

Names are illusions," he growled. "Nonsensical labels seized upon by people to make them feel better about the intangibility of their puny existences. I am this. I am that," he mocked. "I came from so and so. Ergo I am … whatever the blah-blah you want to claim. Bloody hell, spare me.

On the lips of my enemy, my sister's lover, my lover's killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.

Life equaled love plus passion squared. Loving and being passionate about what one did was what made life so precious.

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.

He'd brought out the best and worst in me, the most of everything. And when you got to have someone like that, anything less was empty, pointless.

Doesn't anybody get that sex is what you make it, and if you treat it like nothing, it is?

Ah, my long-lost shallow life.

He closed his fingers around hers before she might snatch it away. Her wee hand was nearly swallowed by his. It meant more to him than kisses. More even than bedplay. When women sought him for sex, it was for their pleasure. But Chloe's small hand had been given without taking.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis words mean nothing.

Doesn't anybody get that sex is what you make it, and if you treat it like nothing, it is? I don't clean the restrooms anymore.

He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

Words, I guess, are her more durable artifacts.

Mabel said. "Doesn't it seem unlikely that every one of them were saints? And what's the thrust here, that we can't mourn the flawed?

The Dalai Lama said, "If you are mindful of death, it will not come as a surprise — you will not be anxious. You will feel that death is merely like changing your clothes." Finally we can let go of all responsibility for making things happen and acknowledge that we lived life as a gift. It has meaning.

The clergyman and writer William Sloane Coffin said that spirituality to him meant "living the ordinary life extraordinarily well." We wake up to an ordinary day. The sky is blue. Trees sway in the breeze and birds twitter. Everything is as usual. Our hearts beat; our lungs take in air. We talk to friends. We eat dinner. We brush our teeth. And finally, when we put our heads down on our favorite pillows, we think, "This was a good, very ordinary day.