Quotes About Meaning

Many great truths are told through stories and tales. 'Story' is a part of whom we are as human beings. For untold centuries, occult truths were passed on orally from teacher to student, as stories. Whether these stories were true or not, did not matter. It still does not matter, as long as the message is conveyed.

The 'man' from 'Sarman' relates to heredity, or a particular family. It also refers to the receptacle of an heirloom. The 'Sar' of 'Sarman' is defined as 'head.' In this sense, the 'head' is meant both literally as a part of the body, and in the meaning of elder one or master. Therefore, we may tentatively conclude that 'Sarman' means 'The Sovereign Receptacle of the Sacred.' Or, an alternative reading would be 'Those Whose Heads are Priceless.

In the domain of the spiritual life, the same term S'akti signifies the celestial energy that allows one to enter into contact with the Divinity.

It is stated that the Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) was taken up into heaven (while he was still alive) and saw angels dwelling on various heavenly levels performing specific movements. This should be a profound sign of the spiritual significance and importance of the body and its motions. It is one indication of the sacredness of the body and the truly profound meaning of certain motions and gestures of that body.

Sensing geometric relationships and correspondences reveals unutterably significant spiritual truths.

What does brace mean, anyway? Brace. Such an odd word. It comes from the Latin brachium, meaning arm. It means, as its heart, to embrace. It was a hug. A hug good-bye.

The man who is always waving the flag usually waives what it stands for.

Have a very good reason for everything you do.

S? v?nh c?u không n?m ? th?i gian, nó n?m ? s? sâu s?c.

This feeling that Jung had that if man lived his life religiously, if he lived his life symbolically, then it was almost as if what the theologians called God and my Zulus called the first spirit, the first spirit had passed over some of his power and some of his responsibilities to the human being and that the human being had a God-like task to perform in creation. And the extent to which he performed it, he derived his meaning.

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.

Il dolore, pensò, dovrebbe avere un peso, un suo particolare peso specifico, dovrebbe essere visibile come un minerale che non si trova in nessun altro luogo, una valuta non convertibile in cui calcolare i cadaveri, il sangue, le ferite, le malattie, le umiliazioni, e che rimanesse sul campo di battaglia, nelle prigioni, sui patiboli e negli ospedali, un monumento che avesse sempre e dovunque lo stesso significato.

Why did I tell you so many stories? Because I wanted the world to make sense to you. I wanted to make sense of the world, for you. I wanted the world to make sense.

The writer's job, after all, is not to dictate meaning, but to give the reader enough pieces to create his or her own satisfying meaning. The story is truly finished—and meaning is made—not when the author adds the last period, but when the reader enters the story and fills that little ambiguous space, completing the circuit, letting the power flow through.

All their lives Nath had understood, better than anyone, the lexicon of their family, the things they could never truly explain to outsiders: that a book or a dress meant more than something to read or something to wear; that attention came with expectations that—like snow—drifted and settled and crushed you with their weight.

Found and lost and found again, lost in plain sight, pressed to his back, her feet clasped in his hands. What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

Nothing is an accident,' Pauline would say, again and again.

Later—and for the rest of his life—James will struggle to piece words to this feeling, and he will never quite manage to say, even just to himself, what he really means. At this moment he can think only one thing: how was it possible, he wonders, to have been so wrong.

Anything had potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.

Vše zas a znova kon?ilo u jedné a téže otázky: Co d?lá n?koho matkou? Výhradn? biologie, nebo je to láska?)

The beautiful, the inessential, must be given priority if it was to exist at all.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

He viajado lo suficiente por el mundo como para saber que todas las carnes son buenas y valen lo mismo, y eso es precisamente lo que estraga y por lo que uno busca echar raíces, hacerse tierra y pueblo, para que su carne tenga sentido y dure más que un triste cambio de estación.

O amor é o grande manifesto; a urgência de ser, de ter alguma importância e, se a morte vier, morrer com valentia, com clamor — em suma, permanecer na memória.