Quotes About Meaning

Why is it a terrible battle scene like Picasso's Guernica can be beautiful, while a painting of two unicorns kissing in a flower garden can look like crap. Does anybody really know why they like anything?

To call this a social experiment was incorrect. It would never be allowed to fail.

So never dictate meaning to your reader. If need be, misdirect him. But always allow him to realize the truth before you state it outright. Trust your readers' intelligence and intuition, and they will return the favor.

ÄŒemu nerozumíme, to si m?žeme vyložit jakkoli.

You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

Onun hayat?n? kurtarmaya çal??mak büyük bir zaman kayb?. Ä°nsanlar hayatlar?n?n kurtar?lmas?n? istemiyor. Dramlar?n?n. Önemsiz meselelerinin. Hikayelerinin çözümlenmesini, pisliklerinin temizlenmesini istemiyorlar. Çünkü geriye ne kalaca??n? biliyorlar, Büyük ve korkunç bir bilinmeyen.

Every story's trying to say something. It's trying to beam an idea, a message, into the minds of the readers. In this way, every story is an argument. It's the writer making a case.

Question marks were shaped like a hook for a reason...

and she saw another bit of ink, one she didn't recognize: a sword and a hammer encircled by a snake. She didn't know what it meant, exactly, but it was probably more Nazi white-guy shit, because it was always Nazi white-guy shit.

Everything means something, but not every something matters.

Death was a tragedy. But death was also a data point.

At heart, what we give to the world is our service, and what we give to ourselves is our purpose.

Our service and our purpose must be two circles perfectly overlapping. What we give to the world must be the work that defines us. Meaning we give ourselves to the world to make it better. We don't just work to work. But we don't just let our destiny die on the vine.

Maybe it's from the Greek word for "apocalypse"—apokálypsis. An uncovering. A revealing.

atque illi artifices corporis simulacra ignotis nota faciebant; quae uel si nulla, nihilo sint tamen obscuriores clari uiri.

How can life be worth living, to use the words of Ennius, which lacks that repose which is to be found in the mutual good-will of a friend? What can be more delightful than to have some one to whom you can say everything with the same absolute confidence as to yourself? Is not prosperity robbed of half its value if you have no one to share your joy? On the other hand, misfortunes would be hard to bear if there were not some one to feel them even more acutely than yourself.

Dreams shouldn't be about what you can buy--they should be about what mark you leave in the world.

Was this what it meant to grow up, this vast loneliness?

Life is about deciding what matters. It's about the fantasy that determines the reality.

Each of us shapes our stories so they make sense of who we think we are.

Like a Zen master, she reduced to the essences: I do not need to walk around the Museum of Fine Arts; I do not need to be pushed around the MFA in the chair; I do not need the MFA at all, because its treasures, as I love them, are imprinted in my memory; and if they are wrongly memorized-a lily where there are tulips, the boy's torn hat rakish at the wrong angle-then this only makes the pictures the more mine.

Love. He'd written enough lyrics about it, but did he really have any idea what it meant?

If it isn't something precious, it doesn't serve as a price! But if it means I'm throwing away the most precious thing I have ... what's the good of it?

Destroy him! We are special!" "What value is there in being special?" "In my past life, I was a warrior! Just as I am in the present!" "But how does your past life help you now?