Quotes About Meaning

Hence insight may be regarded as the core of social knowledge. It is arrived at by being on the inside of the phenomenon to. be observed, or, as Charles H. Cooley put it, by sympathetic introspection. It is the participation in an activity that generates interest, purpose, point of view, value, meaning, and intelligibility, as well as bias.

The meaning of peace is the absence of opposition to socialism.

The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it. [ These words are also inscribed upon his grave ]

there is no reason to believe that a definition necessarily determines the ontological status of the term defined.)

I wish to make it clear that 'history' in the sense in which most people speak of it simply does not exist; and this is at least one reason why I say that it has no meaning.

Never let yourself be goaded into taking seriously problems about words and their meanings. What must be taken seriously are questions of fact, and assertions about facts: theories and hypotheses; the problems they solve; and the problems they raise.

Grace tears you away in spite of yourself. You cannot do anything for or against it. It doesn't know you. It is absolutely merciless, ready to devour. The infinite is always present but only when this armour, this idea of separation, weakens, does Grace seize you. Most people experience the dark night of the soul as a deep depression, a total void of all sense, all ideas. In this emptiness of meaning and purpose the person is eradicated. This is Grace.

Hope dies last! The idea of "me" comes from the hope to know oneself and when this hope disappears the "me" vanishes. Without hope, no "me". Jesus calls this "the dark night of the soul", when all hope disappears, all meaning, all purpose, when you become aware that the world cannot make you happy. Then a holocaust, which is the awareness of this, eradicates this idea of separation. And only this awareness is the Grace, which cannot be reached by anyone.

She herself had told him that you can never hold onto anything. The harder you try, the more precious things slip through your fingers. The secret to life, she had said, was to find the little things, the unimportant ones that would nonetheless always remind you of the precious things they accompanied—and hold onto them. Like the fine furniture her husband had carved for her, seemingly centuries ago.

To make matters even worse, Schlick had the cheek to write an essay called "The Meaning of Life." He even gave a simple answer to the question. The meaning of life does not reside in a higher purpose, but can be expressed in just one word, said Moritz Schlick: "The meaning of life is youth.

Depth is a big goal for all believers, because life as we know it makes no sense without it. Without it we're all lost souls, left to wander as we wonder if that's all there is. While with insight we find out very best self, with depth we find our very best God. Eventually wisdom comes, embraces us, and shows us both are really one and the same.

My name is Sahil," he says as he looks up. "Someone told me it means leader.

Tentavo di imparare il suo corpo a memoria, come se dovesse svanire da un momento all'altro (...) E' buffo, lei pensa di essere del tutto insignificante. Non ho idea se sia bella o brutta, per me la cosa è del tutto priva di interesse. Solo lei è come lei.

Secondhand pieces have the most soul.

In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.

Instead of saying that all gender is this or all gender is that, let's recognize that the word gender has scores of meaning built into it. It's an amalgamation of bodies, identities, and life experiences, subconscious urges, sensations, and behaviors, some of which develop organically, and others which are shaped by language and culture. Instead of saying that gender is any one single thing, let's start describing it as a holistic experience.

Location is a magical word. I used to believe it was related to cancer, that's one of the cancer questions. Where is the location? I think of location as being a word that falls somewhere between cancer and real estate.

If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.

A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named.

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child.

He hoped that all understanding might be as simple as a matter of scale. If a man had not a week, not a year, not even a lifetime—if he had millennia, aeons—all the seemingly erratic movements of heavenly bodies and earthly vicissitudes would turn out to have meaning. Some kinds of order were too vast for a human to know. But below the chaos of a single human life, you could trust that a cosmic breve was sounding.

I looked at some old photos Mom took of me and Dad for some photography project or other and tried to see if he listened to me back then, if we were close. But how can you tell? Just because people smile for photos doesn't mean they're happy.

Because that's what art is; that's what it does. It breaks your heart. It moves you. If it doesn't do that, forget it. It's not worth it.

And what is boredom? Perhaps the inability to find meaning, to complete a perception, to arrive at an understanding: partly grasped, but forever just out of reach. It is not lack of interest, but interest frustrated, cut off, imperfectly held. So says the Chronicle today. But for me it is the fear of emptiness.