Quotes About Meaning

In order to find meaning and readerly pleasure in the universe the writer reveals to us, we feel we must search for the novel's secret center, and we therefore try to embed every detail of the novel in our memory, as if learning each leaf of a tree by heart.

What is the meaning of it all, of this...of this world? 'Mystery', I heard in my thoughts, or perhaps, 'mercy', but I wasn't certain of either.

Virgüllerle koÅŸard?m, noktalarla duraklar, ünlemlerde ÅŸaÅŸard?m! Ne kadar ÅŸa??rt?c?yd? kitaplarda, haritalarda dünya!

Edebi romana, büyük romanlara, hayat? anlamland?racak bir rehber gibi ihtiyaç duymam?z?n nedeni, kendimizi dünyada evde hissedememizdir.

Sen Rousseau filan diyorsun. Ne ilgisi var onlar?n burayla?.. Rousseau Türkiye'de yaÅŸasayd? bir falakadan geçirir adam ederlerdi.

Çünkü hiçbir ÅŸey hayat kadar ÅŸa??rt?c? olamaz. Yaz? hariç. Yaz? hariç. Evet tabii, tek teselli yaz? hariç.

yo no quiero ser un árbol, sino su significado.

Çünkü benim gibilerin daha sonra yaÅŸayabileceÄŸi ikinci hayat, elindeki kitaptan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir.

Kenangan-kenangan ini tidak berhubungan satu sama lain, kecuali bahwa semuanya memiliki keterkaitan dengan cinta. Ka tahu betul bahwa kehidupan adalah rangkaian tanpa arti dari berbagai kejadian acak.

Y, al igual que ocurre con nuestras vidas, la mayor parte de las veces es por otros por quienes nos enteramos del significado de la ciudad en la que vivimos.

Now he knew what it was that he wanted to tell Istanbul and write on its walls. It was both his public and his private view; it was what his heart intended as much as what his words had always meant to say. He said it to himself: "I have loved Rayiha more than anything in this world.

What we learned from these painstakingly detailed miniatures was how ephemeral all those ancient lives had been, how quickly they'd all been forgotten, and how vain we were to think that we could grasp the meaning of life and history by learning a handful of facts.

He was a poet and, as he himself had written—in an early poem still largely unknown to Turkish readers—it snows only once in our dreams.

I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning. — Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red (Everyman's Library; Reprint edition, November 2, 2010) Originally published January 1, 1998.

H?nh phúc và b?t h?nh c?a ta không xu?t phát t? chính cuá»™c ??i mà t? ý nghÄ©a ta gán cho nó.

The reason we turn to literary novels, great novels, where we search for guidance and wisdom that might confer meaning on life, is that we fail to feel at home in the world.

Ne tuhaf aÅŸk denen ÅŸey! Åžimdiyi hiç yaÅŸam?yorum sanki! Bir yandan b?k?p usanmadan gelecekte ne olaca??n? düÅŸünüyor, öte yandan da bütün hareketlerini ve sözlerini anlamland?rabilmek için olup bitenleri yeniden defalarca düÅŸünerek geçmiÅŸte ya??yorum.

Cartile nu adauga nefericirii omenesti decat o anumita adancime, pe care noi o socotim a fi consolare.

I thank Allah that, I the humble tree before you, have not been drawn witch such intent. And not only because I fear that if I'd been thus depicted all the dogs in Istanbul would assume I was a real tree and piss on me: I don't want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.

Kad sam postao toliko nesretan da više ni za što nisam bio sposoban - tad sam po?eo misliti na sre?u.

In my view most authors do not write to reflect reality but to invent a second world with a complicated set of rules - the more complicated the better. Though this second world is derived from the first, it is somehow more meaningful, more satisfying than the real world.

Babas?z büyürsen âlemin bir merkezi ve s?n?r? olduÄŸunu anlamaz, her ÅŸeyi yapabileceÄŸini san?rs?n...ama bir süre sonra ne yapaca??n? bilmez, dünyada bir mana, bir merkez bulmaya çal???r, sana hay?r diyecek birini aramaya baÅŸlars?n.

For words were so close to the things they described that, on mornings when the mist swept down from the mountains into the ghost villages below, poetry mixed with life and words with the objects they signified.

Intentions come in two forms," he said: "THAT WHICH OUR HEART INTENDS and THAT WHICH OUR WORDS INTEND