Quotes About Meaning

some art commentators have described as the inner despair of a world laughing at its own misfortune.

My father was a schoolteacher once before he became an engineer and breac is a word, he explains, that the Irish people brought with them when they were crossing over into the English language. It means speckled, dappled, flecked, spotted, coloured. A trout is brack and so is a speckled horse. A barm brack is a loaf of bread with raisins in it and was borrowed from the Irish words bairín breac. So we are the speckled-Irish, the brack-Irish. Brack home-made Irish bread with German raisins.

To make a point of declaring friendship is to cheapen it. For men's emotions are very rarely put into words successfully.

God's mercy on you degenerate swine.

In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.

Nonetheless, I felt like I knew him well enough so that we did not have to do much talking. From the very beginning I had felt a definite contact with Yeoman, a kind of tenuous understanding that talk is pretty cheap in this league and that a man who knew what he was after had damn little time to find it, much less to sit back and explain himself.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run … but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. … History

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era- the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be apart of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

What election?" he asked. "Never mind," I said. "I was only kidding." One

Finding meaning in life is not about looking for a specific goal. That is a fruitless path. It is about seeking a life path that is the right one for you. Decide on the way you desire to live and do all you can to create that life. Only you can define what pathway is best for you and make choices in that direction. That being said, everything is possible, once you strive towards it.

Some friends accused me of whoring after the Infinite. Well, what better whoredom is there?

A nation can assume that the phrase "under God" in its Pledge of Allegiance shows that its citizens believe in God when all it really shows is that they believe in believing in God.

If we were to take Hinduism as a whole...and compress it into a single affirmation, we would find it saying: You can have what you want. This sounds promising, but it throws the problem back in our laps. For what do we want? It is easy to give a simple answer- not easy to give a good one. p13

In Hinduism] To find meaning in the mystery of existence is life's final and fascinating challenge. p53

Half the fun of writing a novel is finding out from other people later on what you actually meant.

All our lives are symbols. Everything we do is part of a pattern we have at least some say in. The strong make their own patterns and influence other people's, the weak have their courses mapped out for them. The weak are the unlucky, and the stupid.

All our lives are symbols. Everything we do is part of a pattern we have at least some say in. The strong make their own patterns and influence other people's, the weak have their courses mapped out for them. The weak and the unlucky, and the stupid.

Don't you have a religion? Dorolow asked Horza. Yes, he replied, not taking his eyes away from the screen on the wall above the end of the main mess-room table. My survival. So... your religion dies with you. How sad, Dorolow said, looking back from Horza to the screen. The Changer let the remark pass.

and what are we all but information in peculiar packaging?)

but that the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would each time have the sweet tang of rape.

Flowers seemed to ask for recognition of the person who had sent them, to be constantly transmitting a message of sympathy and affection.

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?