Quotes About Meaning

I imagine a belief in God must come with a dazzling sense of purpose.

What one finds in Jewish storytelling, though, is something really different: a kind of realism that comes from humility, from the knowledge that one cannot be true to the human experience while pretending to make sense of the world.

What is life when living without the Lifemaker?

Life is a challenge," he once told me, "and only those who rise to the challenge truly know what it means to live.

You know your problem?" I snap at Shark. "You use too many metaphors. Ants, fish, and rabbits, all in the same breath. That's an abuse of the language." Shark smiles. "I never

All the power in the universe means nothing if you can't be with the one you love.

I had to go along with them. Indecision is the source of chaos, as Paris Skyle used to say.

Siento perderte, y quiero que sepas que no te tendría más cariño si fueras hijo mío. Pero, compréndelo, si se pierde un hijo, siempre es posible tener otro; en cambio, sólo existe un halcón maltés.

In the end, all that really matters—all you really have—is the people you love. Not your job, not your career, not your awards, not your money, not your stuff. Just your people.

In our language," he said, "Alf means squid poop.

Or they laughed at Indiana, because the people there proudly call themselves Hoosiers even though they have no idea what Hoosier means. Some historians believe it comes from the Shawnee expression "ho'o-sa'ars," or "people who cannot explain their nickname." - from Best. State. Ever.: A Florida Man Defends His Homeland

Or they laughed at Indiana, because the people there proudly call themselves Hoosiers even though they have no idea what Hoosier means.

It all meant something. Until it didn't.

Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)

Why was he alive on Earth? Very often the meaning was obscured. Very often it required some digging. The meaning of his life was an elusive stream of water hundreds of feet below the surface, and he would periodically drop a bucket down the well, fill it, bring it up and drink from it. But this did not sustain him for long.

Who says we don't want to be inspired? We fucking want to be inspired! What the fuck is wrong with us wanting to be inspired? Everyone acts like it's some crazy idea, some outrageous ungrantable request. Don't we deserve grand human projects that give us meaning?

I was born into a town and a family and the town ad my family happened to me. I own none of it. It is everyone's. It is shareware. I like it, I like having been a part of it, I would kill or die to protect those who are part of it, but I don not claim exclusivity. Have it Take it from me. Do with is what you will. Make it useful. This is like making electricity from dirt; it is almost too good to be believed, that we can make beauty from this stuff.

Then why are you talking about exhibitionism? It's a ridiculous term. Someone wants to celebrate their existence and you call it exhibitionism. It's niggardly. If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.

That only having left could she and her children achieve something like sublimity, that without movement there is no struggle, and without struggle there is no purpose, and without purpose there is nothing at all. She wanted to tell every mother, every father: There is meaning in motion.

She looked at Max, grinning for a moment. Wow, I can't even look at you. She closed her eyes tightly. Why? Max asked. Her eyes remained closed, a wide smile on her face. I don't know. I guess you just seem good. What do you mean? he asked. She opened one eye, just a sliver. Yeah, wow. It's almost unbearable.

it seemed, had some purpose, even if that purpose was just to ask for something.

Il significato della sua vita era un'inafferrabile vena d'acqua centinaia di metri sotto la superficie, e periodicamente lui calava un secchio nel pozzo, lo riempiva, lo tirava su e beveva. Ma questo non lo sosteneva molto a lungo.

And I'll be safe? -To what end? -To keep living. -That's my point. That's not enough.

You don't know what it's like to be a man over thirty who's never had anything happen to him. You spend so many years trying to stay safe, stay alive, to avoid some unknown horror. Then you realize the horror is existence itself. The nothing-happening. —You were bored. —I wasn't bored. I was dying. I am dying. But this week was different. There was alignment and order and a coming-to. —