Quotes About Meaning

He who dies with the most toys is still dead.

When your life is on course with its purpose, you are your most powerful

Love is the essential existential fact. It is our ultimate reality and our purpose on earth.

The enjoyment comes from knowing the receiver understands the spirit of the gift.

There is no greater gift you can give or receive than to honor your calling. Its why you were born. And how you become most truly alive.

Why are you here? That's the ultimate question that you get to answer with every action, thought, and feeling. There is a calling on your life. What will be your answer? — Oprah

Was ist meine Absicht?

Everybody has a calling. Your real job in life is to figure out why you are here and get about the business of doing it. — Oprah

every physical encounter has a metaphysical meaning.

N]othing is as surprising as life. Except for writing. Except for writing. Yes, of course, except for writing, the only consolation.

WHAT MAKES CITY LIFE MEANINGFUL IS THE THINGS WE HIDE.

With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.

For the traveler we see leaning on his neighbor is an honest and well-meaning man and full of melancholy, like those Chekhov characters so laden with virtues that they never know success in life.

When I was far from Füsun, the world troubled me; it was a puzzle whose pieces were all out of place. The moment I saw her, they all fit back together, reminding me that the world was a beautiful, meaningful whole where I could relax.

Nedir zaman? Bir kaza! Nedir hayat? Bir zaman! Nedir kaza? Bir hayat, yeni bir hayat!

I saw myself in the mirror, and from my expression I had a shocking intimation of the rift between my body and my soul. Whereas my face was drained by defeat and shock, inside my head was another universe: I now understood as an elemental fact of life that while I was here, inside my body was a soul, a meaning, that all things were made of desire, touch, and love, that what I was suffering was composed of the same elements.

It's not the content, but the form of thought that counts.

At times like this what matters is not our words but our demeanor, not the magnitude or elegance of our grief but the degree to which we can express fellowship with those around us. I sometimes think that our love of cigarettes owes nothing to the nicotine, and everything to their ability to fill the meaningless void and offer an easy way of feeling as if we are doing something purposeful.

I was trying to think of something to say that would sound more meaningful, but when you get down to it, words aren't very useful at baring our souls, they're just something else to hide behind.

After all, nothing can be as astounding as life. Except for writing. Yes, of course, except for writing, the sole consolation.

I don't want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.

Porque nada puede ser tan sorprendente como la vida. Excepto la escritura. Excepto la escritura. Si, por supuesto, excepto la escritura, el único consuelo

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