Quotes About Meaning

Love - true love - is a precious thing. It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and color and purpose into our lives.

I hope he was pushed." "Why." asks Jenny, astonished. "Because if he jumped, he'll never have any rest. He'll never have any peace.

I think I would like to be a word - not a big important word, like "love" or "truth," just a small ordinary word, like "orange" or "inkstain" or "so," a word that people use so often and so unthinkingly that its specialness has all been worn away like the roughness on a pebble in a creekbed, but that has a solid heft when you pick it up, and if you hold it to the light at just the right angle you can glimpse the spark at its core.

The reader, however, is warned not to be too sure that the author of any quotation had in mind the subject to which it is applied here.

When a basket is woven, each strand of grass, or reed, or wool, or root, must pass repeatedly through human hands, and this, the principle of human touch, is what remains long after the artifact has lost utility or form, something, I think, about life being lived in its physical moment, something, it must be, about grace.

Maybe story is just for the assembling of things -- history, imagination, fact -- without which . . . our lives will dissipate, losing meaning and coherence.

Do you mind telling me what you pray?" "I pray for the wisdom to find meaning in the . . . her death." "And have you?" "No, Mrs. Aislabie, I find no meaning. But perhaps that's because I'm too small to see a plan so large I rarely get anything but a brief glimpse of it.

Oh, what is life, she asked herself in desperate seriousness, in those childish unanswerable words, and what shall I do with it?

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The archetypal link between dirt and guilt, and cleanliness and innocence, is built into our language—perhaps into our psyches.

With poetry, you take the stock and boil it down to where it's a glaze. It is the elixir of language.

I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.

Kids are a huge sacrifice they change everything - but I'm ready to work for things of greater importance than going out to meet someone for dinner at 10 o'clock at night.

Okay, he says. They both say it, all the time. I've finally started to figure out what it means. It means "yes" and "all right". It also means less than all right, and a begrudging no. It means everything, and nothing, all at once.

Betty," I say, shaking her shoulder. "What?" she moans. "Leave me be. I'm bewitched. It makes me tired.

Quand on nie le surnaturel, il n'est pas prudent de disserter sur des choses qui n'ont de sens que par lui, ni de s'occuper de la psychologie de ceux qui l'admettent.

les esprits prométhéens croient être des hasards se mouvant librement dans un vide et capables de se « créer » eux-mêmes, le tout dans le cadre d'une existence dépourvue de sens ; le monde est absurde, paraît-il, mais on ne se rend pas compte - et cela est typique — de l'absurdité d'admettre l'avènement, au sein d'un monde absurde, d'un être censé capable de constater cette absurdité.

Vivre me causait un ennui du réel.

A fact was the hard outer cover of meaning, and meaning was the soft living stuff inside a fact. Fact and meaning were the driving cogs of living. If the gear of fact drove the gear of meaning, then they revolved in opposite directions, but put the gear of fantasy between the two and they both revolved in the same direction. Fantasy was and is important; it leads to heaven knows where, but follow it and see. Sometimes it pays off.

The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.

The man who is happy is fulfilling the purpose of existence.

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

The secret of man's being is not only to live but to have something to live for.

Scripture ... does not derive its authority from the fact that we use it, not even when we use Scripture in faith.