Quotes About Meaning

No one who loves life can ignore literature, and no one who loves literature can ignore life.

English is a beautiful language, a remarkably precise language with a million words to choose from to deliver your exact shade of meaning.

Un beso es solo un beso, ¿entiendes? Sólo tiene la importancia que tú quieras darle. Puede no significar nada... o puede cambiarlo todo.

La eternidad! —exclamó Bipa con desdén—. ¿De qué te sirve la eternidad si para ello has de renunciar a la vida? Bipa

Yaren:¿Los unicornios tiene sueños?. No me refiero a los sueños que nos visitan cuando estamos dormidos, sino al tipo de sueño, de deseo... Por el cual luchas toda tu vida. Ese sin el cual tu existencia parece que no tiene sentido. ¿Has tenido alguna vez ese tipo de sueño? Victoria: Creo que sí Yaren: ¿se hizo realidad? Victoria: No. Se hizo pedazos.

Y dónde estaba Dios entonces?>>, pregunto. -Donde está ahora -responde Metatrón-. Donde ha estado siempre. <<¿En el cielo?>> Sus labios resecos se curvan en una sonrisa. -En todas partes. En la vida misma. En el mundo. En todas partes. Dios lo es todo. Dios es su propia creación.

Todo tiene un sentido - replicó Christian -. Solo que a veces no encontramos las preguntas adecuadas. Pero eso no significa que esas preguntas y respuestas no existan.

a menudo encontraba párrafos enteros que no tenían ningún sentido para ella.

I can't prove to you that there is a God, I just know. All this suffering has to have a reason.

No one uses words correctly and if you call them on it, they claim that words are fungible, that it's oppressive and prissy not to let words mean whatever the speaker wishes them to mean.

Again, I have to ask: are you really missing if nobody misses you?

I love the way you can fall in love with a piece of literature how words alone can get your heart doing that.

But failing isn't proof that nothing matters or that we were fools to care. We fail even though things matter very much; it's the possibility of failure that makes them matter even more.

in the length of time measured by infinity, and in the size of a world measured by countless universes, is it possible to believe that our lives are anything more than a few blades of grass?

then is that not life in its simplest form? That so little matters so much, and so much matters so little.

This time when we kissed, he didn't pull away, and I was close enough to his mouth for him to whisper what the tiny old vaquero had said a long time ago, the part of being of two worlds. "Tu eres de dos mundos." I closed both of my eyes, the blue one and the brown one, so I could be in just one world, his...

The closer and more completely you can come to explaining what a work of art means, the less like art it seems.

I read for the language, not the story.

Woman, then, stands in patriarchal culture as a signifier for the male other, bound by a symbolic order in which man can live out his fantasies and obsessions through linguistic command by imposing them on the silent image of a woman still tied to her place as the bearer of meaning, not maker of meaning.

The paradox of phallocentrism in all its manifestations is that it depends on the image of the castrated woman to give order and meaning to its world. An idea of woman stands as lynch pin to the system: it is her lack that produces the phallus as a symbolic presence, it is her desire too make good the lack that the phallus signifies.

Woman's desire is subjugated to her image (...) as bearer, not maker, of meaning.

It is said that analyzing pleasure, or beauty, destroys it. That is the intention of this article.

Woman then stands in patriarchal culture as signifier for the male other, bound by a symbolic order in which man can live out his phantasies and obsessions through linguistic command by im- posing them on the silent image of woman still tied to her place as bearer of meaning, not maker of meaning.

He's resigned himself to the belief that the best a person can do is to make one's life worth dying for.