Quotes About Meaning

The thing about undercover work is that instead of laying low and trying to stay out of trouble, you basically walk around with your stick and jab it into every beehive you can find just to see what flies out.

Oh, why did people have to be seperated before they understood how much they meant to each other?

Em's the first woman I've met who seems to be...well, the answer.' 'Answer to what?' He shrugged. 'All the questions, I suppose.' Fay looked blank. 'The questions you ask yourself at 4:00am... All the questions you'll ever ask yourself at 4:00am

Op dat moment wist ik dat er voor echte vrijheid meer nodig is dan een officiele verklaring. Het gevoel van vrijheid moet daadwerkelijk in iemands ziel wortelen. Blijkbaar is het net zo zeer een geestelijke gesteldheid als een wet.

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

??i tôi là m?t h? vô không vi?t hoa.

The poem presents maternal love as a paradox: monstrous on the one hand and "the only fortress strong enough to trust to" on the other.

Det korteste streif av ekte kjærlighet kan gi næring til et helt liv. Det må vi alltid huske.

What was hard was discovering the true life of the poem inside its technical scaffolding.

You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.

If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

Life's like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

It's the questions we ask, the journey we take to get to where we are going that is more important than the actual answer.

I fear theology is--in the words attributed to William Temple--"still in its infancy" when it comes to animals.

He'd been unable to discern whether this frantic bustle of hers was what it claimed to be - an ardent determination to live every remaining day to the fullest - or quite the opposite: an evasion. An equally ardent determination to distract herself, from what only she could know, and thus a complete failure to inhabit her life in the scarcest respect.

Is it called naiveté when you're naïve in purpose?

The word love was required to cover such a range of emotions that it almost meant nothing at all. Since the love we distill for each beloved conforms to such a specific, rarefied recipe, with varying soupcons of resentment, pity, or lust, and sometimes even pinches of dislike, you really needed as many different words for the feeling as there were people whom you cared for in your life.

There's something nihilistic about not having children

Oh, you knew exactly what I meant. Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And one of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

She loved him, but that wasn't good enough. The word "love" was required to cover such a range of emotions that it almost meant nothing at all. Since the love we distill for each beloved conforms to such a specific, rarefied recipe, with varying soupcons of resentment, pity, or lust, and sometimes even pinches of dislike, you really needed as many different words for the feeling as there were people whom you cared for in your life.

Like most people who did not answer a particular calling from an early age, you placed work beside yourself; any occupation would fill up your day but not your heart.

I felt expendable, throw-away, swallowed by a big biological project that I didn't initiate or choose, that produced me but would also chew me up and spit me out. I felt used.

Había sido incapaz de discernir si ese frenético ajetreo era lo que afirmaba ser, una ferviente determinación a vivir a tope cada uno de los días que le quedaban, o todo lo contrario, una evasión.

La ocupación sin pausa era una especie de terapia. La servicialidad agresiva disimulaba el hecho de que, en algún sentido importante, era de poca utilidad.