Quotes About Meaning

A well lived life is purpose filled

If we limit love to being nothing more than a feeling, we have no real feeling for what love is.

Understand the poem not the poet.

My love translated sounds like a dead language.

How beautiful to touch another's soul with a word, a gesture, a thought.

I felt significantly insignificant, as if my presence in the world, albeit small, was still necessary.

We always fall in love with a story, not a name or a body but what is inscribed in the man.

...and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.

Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.

He's beautiful. Not specifically to look at, but to be with.

Aren't 3, 000 lives worth a miracle to a good and all-powerful god?

Best of the conversations are sometimes made in silence..

Loved for is based on one's perception, you can easily spend a lifetime trying to define its definition.

I bet you to believe me when I say again that we do not need a great house, Sarah. We only need a great love.

Think of you today how am i and where you belong need to understand meant to do. "Who cares your like might be exemption for me my worked well done. Love?

Don't believe on, "143 in written, " Because words contribute only 7% in communication!

It is perhaps necessary for something dear to be lost.""Why?""Perhaps it is necessary to the making of a story. A story after all is a way of remembering love.

I love you, " he says again, "and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.

Its not always about the happy ending. Sometime its about the story.

But I feel like I could not live... if you weren't in my life." -Nik Driver

You are placed on this earth to represent God.

Death is not our destiny. Longing for true love is our true destiny. That is where we will find the ultimate meaning of life.

I really don't know what "I love you" means.I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.