Quotes About Meaning

Young people harm themselves and others because life has no meaning for them. If we continue to live the way we do and organize society the way we do, we will continue to produce so many thousands of young people who will need to be imprisoned.

If I live without having Awareness of this life, that amounts to not having lived. I can then say, as did Albert Camus in his novel The Outsider , I live as one dead.

Everything about everybody is nothing but diversion from death.

Oft lese ich ganze Seiten und weiß gar nicht, was ich gelesen habe. Ich fange dann noch einmal von vorn an und entdecke, daß das schön ist, was ich gelesen habe. Es handelt von Menschen, die unglücklich sind.

When you have lost your closest human being everything seems empty to you, look wherever you like, everything is empty, and you look and look and you see that everything is really empty and, what is more, for ever, Reger said. And you realize that it was not those great minds and not those old masters which kept you alive for decades but that it was this one single person whom you loved more than anyone else.

But to go hiking or even to go for a walk in the country—that I can't do. It makes no sense to me at all, I can't commit this sort of nonsense, I won't commit the crime of this nonsense.

Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.

because in the end nothing matters all that much , as he also wrote on another slip, and on his last slip he'd written, it's all the same .

We must, however, reflect on what is happening. It is an urgent matter, especially for those of us who still live in a meaningful, even a numinous, earth community. We have not spoken. Nor even have we seen clearly what is happening. The issue goes far beyond economics, or commerce, or poetics, or an evening of pleasantries as we look out over a scenic view. Something is happening beyond all this. We are losing splendind and intimate modes of divine presence. We are, perhaps, losing ourselves.

Now, Joyce being Joyce, he has about five different purposes, one not being enough for genius.

A novel without readers is still a novel. It has meaning, since it has had at least one reader, the person who wrote it. Its range of meanings, however, is quite limited. Add readers, add meaning.

So how do we get from there to a pattern of experience that can stand for the whole of postcolonial Latin America? Ah, our para dox again. The solution, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves.

There is only one story.

His meanings are quite different from those of Twain. Together the river and the bridge constitute an image of total connection.

Every language has a grammar, a set of rules that govern usage and meaning, and literary language is no different.

The question always is, what does misfortune really tell us?

But whether the measure is the number of people engaged, or the number times the frequency or the length of time they engage in it, or the ratio of the number who do to the number who do not, or the amount of such activity per square foot or per day or per telephone extension, we can call it a "critical-mass" activity and a lot of people will know what we mean.

Information implicite : même quand il ne se passe rien, il se passe des choses.

Poetry is thoughts that breath and words that burn.

One other problem is that too many people—and vendors in particular—are already using big data to mean any use of analytics, or in extreme cases even reporting and conventional business intelligence.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied sould of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech. In the same way to say a little is often to tell more than to say.

So that, whatever the stars were made for, they were not made to please our eyes. It is just the same in everything; nothing is made for man.

Let me enjoy the earth no less because the all-enacting light that fashioned forth its loveliness had other aims than my delight.

Beauty to her, as to all who have felt, lay not in the thing, but in what the thing symbolized.