Quotes About Meaning

Out ahead of them, Arkady began something very like a marching song, chanting lines answered by the other ferals, their voices ringing out across the sky, each to each. Temeraire added his own to the chorus, and little Iskierka began to scrabble at his neck, demanding, What are they saying? What does it mean? We are flying home, Temeraire said, translating. We are all flying home.

I [Miryem] went staggering to all the shelves in the room, looking for anything left to change, and when I didn't find anything after going round three times, I just stood there stupidly for a few more moments, and then I lay down on my mountain of gold like an improbable dragon and fell asleep without meaning to do so.

I can't, I said. I have a crown. If it means anything, it means this. Then leave it, she said. Leave it, Irinushka. It's only sorrow on sorrow. I bent and kissed her cheek. Help me put it on, I said softly, and she went and took it with tears in her eyes

That man with my brother is an envoy

know what the prophecy says because he translated it for Mum, repeated it a dozen times over trying to persuade her, because he didn't know Mum well enough to understand that the one thing she'll never go for is the lesser evil.

as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

Are you just trying to be dense? He glared at me. But I glared right back, indignantly, and then in the tones of someone speaking to a dim pony, he said, I'd want to. If you want, I want. And if you don't want, then-- I don't want. That's the general idea of the thing, I said, getting wary all over again: that sounded alarmingly like he did want. Otherwise it's just stalking. Are you asking?

if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

I had a feeling the 'Summoning' wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

Avevo la sensazione che in realtà L'evocazione non fosse fatta per essere lanciata da soli,come se la verità non significasse nulla senza qualcuno con cui condividerla;potevi gridarla al vento per sempre, dedicarvi una vita intera,se nessuno veniva ad ascoltare.

I do think that all of us think in poems. I think of a poem as being deeper than headline news. You know how they talk about breaking news all the time, that -- if too much breaking news, trying to absorb all the breaking news, you start feeling really broken. And you need something that takes you to a place that's a little more timeless, that kind of gives you a place to stand to look out at all these things. Otherwise, you just feel assaulted by all of the tragedy in the world.

I think of a poem as being deeper than headline news.

It seemed to me, watching, that if you were dextrous enough to gift-wrap an independent-minded amphibian, you could just about manage a condom.

Poststructuralism. . . . is a form of literary criticism that uses elaborate wordplay to prove its central premise, that all language is internally contradictory and has no fixed meaning.

In pandemic time, time had ceased to be linear. It was now always pandemic time. "The middle of a pandemic" kept shifting so that it had no actual chronological meaning. It was always the eternal now, the pandemic was always everywhere around us, with no recourse to objective metrics.

Others have looked at this war from a biomedical perspective, or from a strictly political one. My focus is on how this ongoing war against us is far more basic, aimed at nothing less than dissolving the meaning of humanity itself and undoing of the rich cultural legacy we in the West have long treasured and passed on to succeeding generations.

Love is, without question, life's greatest experience.

FELICIDADE ESTÁ EM FAZER, NÃO SÓ EM TER

The wages of sin is death!" Many have read this in the Bible, but few have discovered its meaning. Now, and for several years, the entire world has been listening by force, to a sermon which might well be called "whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

The keepers of wisdom testify a heap of ashes means whatever was there went out burning.

There are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance.

complexity doesn't exist for its own sake, or to prove a theoretical point, but because it provides the right sound at the right time to express very human emotions.

That is no metaphorical statement, he said. I mean what I say. Big animals like that have the capacity to read thoughts. And I don't mean guess. I mean they know everything directly.