Quotes About Meaning

La obligación real del hombre es vivir, no existir

One becomes sated with platitudes no less than honey, so that one often breaks another's bones in one's vexation.

Have you any further questions?" "Bah," grumbled Kalash. "What good are questions, when the answers are all non-sequiturs?" Maloof nodded in agreement. "There is something in what you say.

Tell them to grab on to the career that engages their brain and heart and soul and gives them meaning. Tell them that eventually, the money will come, and if it doesn't, in time, they will find themselves rich with something money can't buy. And that, obviously, would be happiness.

It doesn't matter how the paint is put on, as long as something is said.

To my surprise, Joscelin rose. 'Phedre-' He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. 'Phedre yields with a willow's grace,' he said softly. 'And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Salvezza. Già, ma cosa significa? A quel tempo pensavo di saperlo, pensavo di averne bisogno, e che gli yeshuiti la offrissero. E che il solo prezzo da pagare fosse avere fede.» «Ma non l'hai accettato.» Joscelin scosse il capo. «No. Alla resa dei conti il prezzo era troppo alto. Non volevo lasciare l'amore sull'altare della fede. Ho imparato ad avere fede nell'amore.»

We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends.

Ben Lewis. He's in Afghanistan. He is? I blinked. In the army ? Well, he's not there on his honeymoon.

Il dolore riscatta tutto: rappresenta la consapevolezza della vita e, al tempo stesso, un monito di morte.

Why should she want to live? We were doing nothing, we were going nowhere, we were nobody.

Otra pregunta que también quedará sin respuesta: me parece que no soy más que eso, preguntas sin respuesta.

there's one thing I do want. I want to be aware of the minutes and the seconds, and to make each one count.

Yes, there's one thing I do want. I want to be aware of the minutes and the seconds, and to make each one count.

With love? Did those words have meaning for Mark Scott? Or was it just a line that people used—and perhaps even more so when it felt as if affection had begun to evaporate?

Yet the alternative he had suggested smacked of privilege, and wasn't privilege always bolstered by a discrimination of sorts?

Therefore we will not listen to the source itself in order to learn what it is or what it means, but rather to the turns of speech, the allegories, figures, metaphors, as you will, into which the source has deviated, in order to lose it or rediscover it—which always amounts to the same.

and in the homosexual phase which would follow Eurydice's death ... Orpheus sings no more, he writes.

I know a sentence that is still more terrifying, more terribly ambiguous than "I am alone," and it is, isolated from any other determining context, the sentence that would say to the other: "I am alone with you." Meditate on the abyss of such a sentence: I am alone with you, with you I am alone, alone in all the world.

the central signified, the original or transcendental signified, is never absolutely present outside a system of differences. The absence of the transcendental signified extends the domain and the interplay of signification ad infinitum .

And still the text will remain, if it is really cryptic and parodying (and I tell you that it is so through and through. I might as well tell you since it won't be of any help to you. Even my admission can very well be a lie because there is dissimulation only if one tells the truth, only if one tells that one is telling the truth), still the text will remain indefinitely open, cryptic and parodying.

As soon as we cease to believe in such an engineer and in a discourse which breaks with the received historical discourse, and as soon as we admit that every finite discourse is bound by a certain bricolage and that the engineer and the scientist are also species of bricoleurs, then the very idea of bricolage is menaced and the difference in which it took on its meaning breaks down.

Every text participates in one or several genres, there is no genreless text; there is always a genre and genres, yet such participation never amounts to belonging.