Quotes About Meaning

You do have to listen to the stories, for stories always mean something. The question that worries me is: WHAT exactly do they mean?

Sometimes it is not until the Final Chapter that you realise what a quest has REALLY been about all along.

This is the problem with stories. Stories always mean something. The question is ... What exactly do they mean?

A mark is just a symbol, and symbols can change.

Eccentric doesn't bother me. Eccentric being a poetic interpretation of a mathematical term meaning something that doesn't follow the lines - that's okay.

Perhaps fiction has, for me, served a similar purpose—what is a narrative arc if not the imposition of order on disparate events?—and perhaps it is my avid reading that has been my faith all along.

Most important of all, do everything you can to nurture your spiritual intelligence. It is your only genuine source of hope, direction, meaning, and comfort.

Among the hardest problems an art theory faces are questions about how to settle art's meaning through interpretation

As we admit our inadequacy to run the race alone and accept God's gracious redemption, then the race begins to have meaning, validity, and most of all, freedom.

He guessed he wouldn't mind being a book. Books just did what they were made to do, like stars just shining out in case anyone cared to look.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice.

You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

To be alive, to be man alive, to be whole man alive: that is the point. And at its best, the novel, and the novel supremely, can help you. It can help you not to be dead man in life.

And do you call yours a divine discontent?' 'Yes. I don't care about its divinity. But damn your happiness! So long as life's full, it doesn't matter whether it's happy or not. I'm afraid your happiness would bore me.

This is why we cannot love in the common sense. Somehow with you I cannot long be trivial, and, you know, to be always beyond this mortal state would be to lose it.

Lookit that,' she says. 'We just saved us the price of a Chik 'n' Mix.' Deep fucken trouble keeps my euphoria at bay.

It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.

When I hear modern people complain of being lonely then I know what has happened. They have lost the cosmos.

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

For, of course, being a girl, one's whole dignity and meaning in life consisted in the achievement of an absolute, a perfect, a pure and noble freedom. What else did a girl's life mean?

Was his life nothing? Had he nothing to show, no work? He did not count his work, anyone could have done it. What had he known, but the long, marital embrace with his wife. Curious, that this was what his life amounted to! At any rate, it was something, it was eternal. He would say so to anybody, and be proud of it. He lay with his wife in his arms, and she was still his fulfillment, just the same as ever. And that was the be-all and the end-all. Yes, and he was proud of it.

It's just love, she said cheerfully. whatever that may be, he replied.

ravished by dead words become obscene, and dead ideas become obsessions.