Quotes About Meaning

Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

There must be more to life than working and swimming and playing Go." "The boredom you speak of," Alabaster said. "It is what most of us call happiness.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

The lines mean that one doesn't have to be a god or a king for your life to have meaning.

I què és l'amor, al capdavall -va dir l'Alabaster-, tret del desig irracional de deixar de banda la competitivitat evolutiva per facilitar el viatge d'algú altre a través de la vida?

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

Sadie had willed herself to be great: art doesn't typically get made by happy people.

What, after all, is a video game's subtextual preoccupation if not the erasure of mortality?

There's a difference between being alive and living

What after all, is a video game's subtextual preoccupation if not the erasure of mortality?

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

And yet . . . He had spent hours with the man over the last half-dozen years. They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

Sadie had willed herself to be great: art doesn't typically get made by happy people.

I love you, too, Grandpa." For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

He will try again. He will never stop trying. "Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love." Maya is shaking her head. "Dad, I'm sorry. I don't understand." "We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on." She

When dad says he's going to church, he actually means he's going to a library or a bookstore." - Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac.

Love you, Sammy," Dong Hyun said. "I love you, too, Grandpa." For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

How to account for its presence when I know it is only average? The answer is this: Your dad relates to the characters. It has meaning to me. And the longer I do this (bookselling, yes, of course, but also living if that isn't too awfully sentimental), the more I believe that this is what the point of it all is. To connect, my dear little nerd. Only connect.

Yes, Dad. Dad is what I am. Dad is what I became. The father of Maya. Maya's dad. Dad. What a word. What a little big word. What a word and what a world! He is crying. His heart is too full, and no words to release it. I know what words do, he thinks. They let us feel less.

He had spent hours with the man over the last half-dozen years. They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

loathe collectible books anyway. People getting all moony over particular paper carcasses. It's the ideas that matter, man.

No somos exactamente novelas. No somos exactamente relatos cortos. Al final somos obras completas.