Quotes About Meaning

I know it's a lot of fun for you guys to write a lot of wacky things. Go ahead, if you want to. Get creative. But don't look too much into it.

I think people get satisfaction from living for a cause that's greater than themselves. They want to leave an imprint. By writing books, I'm trying to do that in a modest way.

If you can see a world within a portrait I would be happy with that. I don't want to tell the story with a painting, though. I'm trying to get away from the story- from the beginning and the ending.

I am learning that a life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality. And I want my life to be real.

It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it in others.

If you feel like you want to die, it's time to sit down and make a list of all the things you haven't done yet.

Every day, take some time to meditate and cultivate inner quiet. Then ask yourself what I call the "soul questions": Who am I? What do I want? What is the purpose and meaning of my life?

I don't think we should have justices appointed that decide what they want to hear. It's all about the Constitution the way it was meant to be. And those are the people that I will appoint.

The poet wants justice. And the poet wants art. In poetry we can't have one without the other.

The spirits, he said, the souls. They are not angry at the living, they just want to help. Helping others is the only way we can prove we still matter.

Except if it has some historical meaning for them to have Tibet under their control. I don't understand why [ Chinese] want it so much.

I seek the lessons God wants to teach me, and that means that I ask why.

Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?

That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca's experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker did not want to think it.

Some people meditate because they want to get the larger picture on life. It could get kind of discouraging if this was all there was.

We should turn our death into a celebration, even if only out of a malice towards life: towards the woman who wants to leave--us!

Where history means nothing. Lessons are forgotten. Memories – of humanity, of all that is humane – are lost.

Memories belong in the soil, in stone, in wind. They are the land's unseen meaning, such that touches the souls of all who would look – truly look – upon it.

Your name's now Limp. Aye, not very imaginative, but it's like this. If you can't hear Hood laughing, well, I can.

Some things went beyond a single man's life, and maybe justice existed outside the minds of humanity, beyond even the hungry eyes of gods and goddesses, a thing shining and pure and final.

I would hold, my friend, that what you describe is but one side of the matter, and indeed one that looks only inward, as if the borders of your life enclose everything to be valued, while what lies beyond is of no worth whatsoever.

When memories have returned, Trull Sengar, solitude is an illusion, for every silence is filled by a clamorous search for meaning.

the all too human need to conjure symbolic meaning from meaningless events.

No, in an existence bound with true meaning and purpose, oblivion should ever arrive unexpected, unanticipated and unseen. One moment racing full tilt, the next, gone.