Quotes About Meaning

If man, as the existentialist conceives him, is indefinable, it is because at first he is nothing. Only afterward will he be something, and he himself will have made what he will be. Thus, there is no human nature, since there is no God to conceive it. Not only is man what he conceives himself to be, but he is also only what he wills himself to be after this thrust toward existence. Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. Such is the first principle of existentialism.

I seldom fling children off the tops of towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?' 'Because of men like you.

Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.

It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

When you've know me longer, you'll learn that I mean everything I say." "Even the lies?" "Especially the lies. Lord Petyr…

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?

So spare me your envy. It was the gods who neglected to give you a cock, not me.

If life was worthless, what was death?

Why, that is why the gods made whores for imps like me.

Se la vita non valeva nulla, quanto poteva valere la morte?

A thing without a name has no substance. If it existed, it would have a name. And, likewise, if you give a thing a name, somewhere, on some level, the thing named will exist, will come to be.

It's not what we do, so much as why we do it.

Aastasadu on Tsitadelli mehed surnukehi lahanud, et uurida elu olemust. Mina tahtsin mõista surma olemust ja lahkasin seepärast elusaid mehi.

Pourquoi ? demanda-t-il à l'armurier. Que suis-je pour eux ? — Un chevalier qui s'est souvenu de ses vœux.

All fiction has to have a certain amount of truth in it to be powerful.

On her way where?" "Wherever whores go.

Bran looked up calmly. "His name is Summer," he said.

I would rather believe that God did not exist than believe that He was indifferent.

Nothing resembles selfishness more closely than self-respect

Art for art's sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for the sake of the good and the beautiful, that is the faith I am searching for.

Words are weapons, and it is dangerous in speculation, as in politics, to borrow them from the arsenal of the enemy