Quotes About Meaning

Then what the hell did you become an imperial noble for!?" "Not sure, but not to surround myself with a bevy of harem girls." "Your values leave me scandalized and appalled.

Shamal is a Kurdish name

Och det har till sist börjat gå upp för mig som en aning -: det är kanske icke meningen att man skall förstå livet. Allt detta raseri att förklara och förstå, all denna sanningsjakt är kanske en avväg.

Wir sind nichts; was wir suchen ist alles. (We are nothing; what we search for is everything.)

One fine morning, I awoke to discover that, during the night, I had learned to understand the language of birds. I have listened to them ever since. They say: 'Look at me!' or: 'Get out of here!' or: 'Let's fuck!' or: 'Help!' or: 'Hurrah!' or: 'I found a worm!' and that's all they say. And that, when you boil it down, is about all we say. (Which of those things am I saying now?)

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.

That's what mortal means," I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. "We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.

He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.

Because stories tell a truth, if not precisely the truth.

They say that nameless things change constantly -that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either.

Do not touch her A terrible silence follows. I wait for him to pronounce judgment on me. Whatever he commands will be done. His power is absolute. I don't even have the strength to fight back. Whatever can you mean? Randalin says. She's ----- She is my wife, Cardan says

I thought you could use a little nonsense," she told him, which worried him a little.

Do you know what mortal means? It means born to die. It means deserving of death. That's what you are, what defines you—dying.

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.

You are evil," I tell Lila. "Flatterer," she says, but she smiles.

How appropriate to have my tongue cut out, when silence has been my refuge and my cage.

Stories can justify anything. It doesn't matter if the boy with the heart of stone is a hero or a villain; it doesn't matter if he got what he deserved or if he didn't. No one can reward him or punish him, save the storyteller. And she's the one who shaded the tale so we'd feel whatever way we feel about him in the first place.

Everything's better when you say it in Latin.

is the soul.

Stories tell a truth, if not precisely the truth.

I think of Cardan's words in the brugh, before he destroyed the crown: neither loyalty nor love should be compelled. He was right. Of course he was right.

Nie mamy nic, tylko w?a?nie nasze ?ycie. Jak jedn?, jedyn? monet?. Chodzi o to, ?eby za ni? kupi? to, czego chcemy.

What happiness do you have? Rutting and breeding. You'd go mad if you accepted the truth of what you are. You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die some pointless and agonizing death.