Quotes About Meaning

My child, after a certain age, everything is the same as everything else and there's nothing that serves as a goal anymore.

the two of us are giving ourselves something to do, citizens henceforth of a world in which desire no longer exists.

Un des effets du dérèglement sentimental est que plus rien ne glisse. Tout devient signe, tout est matière à décryptage.

Exact, chiar asta voiam s?-È›i spun! EÈ™ti ca un poet simbolist dep??it de epoc?. Din crâmpeie de È™tiin?? tu vrei s? faci cuvintele unui cântec, dar È™tiinÈ›a nu ofer? simboluri pentru sentimentele unei femei.

It was not an adventure; it was my life.

Art is my life and my life is art.

I love this landscape, the literary man began while they were walking through an irregular forest of pillars. The only things here are /things/. The paint of meaning is peeled off. The things here have refused to be of any assistance at all to men.

Mais les livres représentaient-ils la vie ou ne cherchaient-ils qu'à nous en consoler?

its kinda like the quest for the Holy Grail. Who gives a shit what the Holy Grail is, the quest is what's important. The transformation is within yourself, that's what is important.

I only have one life so I better waste it wisely.

I don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for.

Perhaps sex isn't of the body at all. Perhaps it is a function of language.

Then you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing, this belonging,it seems like some long, dirty lie ... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents, that everything is an accident. But if you believe that, where do you go? What do you do? What does anything matter?

Sometimes I wonder if people don't want freedom as much as they want meaning.

I do feel comforted to discover I'm not the only person on this earth who has no idea what life is for, nor what is to be done with all this time aside from filling it.

Maybe it doesn't matter that life never blossomed into something larger than itself.

Don't live in a way that makes you feel dead.

Some people--Samad for example--will tell you not to trust people who overuse the phrase at the end of the day--football managers, estate agents, salesmen of all kinds--but Archie's never felt that way about it. Prudent use of said phrase never failed to convince him that his interlocutor was getting to the bottom of things, to the fundamentals.

She lost God so smoothly and painlessly she had to wonder what she'd ever meant by the word.

It was in the shady groves of dictionaries that Jack fell in love.

And then you begin to give up the very idea of belonging. Suddenly this thing, this belonging, it seems some long, dirty lie... and I begin to believe that birthplaces are accidents, that everything is an accident. But if you believe that, where do you go? What do you do? What does anything matter?

Leah watches Natalie stride over to her beautiful kitchen with her beautiful child. Everything behind those French doors is full and meaningful. The gestures, the glances, the conversations that can't be heard. How do you get to be so full? And so full of only meaningful things?

or at least I felt that within the lie there was a deeper truth.

My evidence—such as it is—is almost always intimate. I feel this—do you? I'm struck by this thought—are you?