Quotes About Meaning

An art dies when it describes itself instead of life - when it turns from the expression of man's feelings in the void, to a mere description of the void.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?…But

He has to blow across bridges and come back and do it with such infinite feeling soul-exploratory for the tune of the moment that everybody knows it's not the tune that counts but IT.

It seems to me now that my life is writing, be it only words without meaning...When I am 33 I shall put a bullet straight through me.

Sometimes I'd yell questions at the rocks and trees, and across gorges, or yodel - What is the meaning of the void? The answer was perfect silence, so I knew.

Tutte le notti continuo a chiedere al Signore, Perché? E ancora non ho avuto una risposta decente.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?…

I wanted to know what 'IT' meant. 'Ah well' - Dean laughed - 'now you're asking me impon-de-rables - ahem!

Au fond, Qu'est-ce qui est arrivé après ? — voilà la seule raison d'être de la vie ou d'une histoire.

why not I be like the Void, inexhaustibly fertile, beyond serenity, beyond even gladness, just Old Jack

Late afternoon, it was I not the void that changed.

There's a purpose to knowledge … salvation. What good are my visions or your visions, beautifully and laboriously worked out in art, if the purpose of it is not to save something in our souls and make it all beautiful.

Where go? what do? what for?—sleep.

What did I care about all the irking hurts and tedious wronks of the world, the human bones are but vain lines dawdling

Tanr?, Ben YaÅŸanan?m, dediÄŸinde bütün bu vedalaÅŸmalar?n neye dair olduÄŸunu unutmuÅŸ olaca??z.

We communicate to each other depthlessly, without the words we use.

The world really does not matter, but God has made it so, and so it matters in God, and He Hath Aims for it, which we cannot know without the understanding of obedience. There is nothing to do but give praise. This is my ethic of "art" and why so.

I'm glad I know you Dave -- Me too Jack -- Why? Maybe I wanted to stand on my head in the snow to prove it but I do, am glad, will be glad, after all that's right there's nothing else for us to do but solve these damn problems and I've got one right here in my pants for Romana But that's so sick and tired to call life a problem that can be solved -- Yes but I'm just repeating what I read in the dead pigeon textbooks -- But Dave I love you -- Okay I'll be right over.

I wanted to go and get Ruth again and tell her a lot more things, and really make love to her this time, and calm her fears about men. Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk - real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk-real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.

It never occurs to you that life is serious and there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time. That's what Dean was, the Holy Goof.

The function of man is to live, not to exist.

The pitch to which he was aroused was tremendous. All the fighting blood of his breed was up in him and surging through him. This was living., though he did not know it. He was realizing his own meaning in the world; he was doing that for which he was made.... He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do.

This is the first time I have heard 'ethics' in the mouth of a man. You and I are the only men on this ship that know its meaning. At one time in my life, I dreamed that I might someday talk with men who used such language, that I might lift myself out of the place in life in which I had been born, and hold conversation and mingle with men who talked about just such things as ethics.