Quotes About Meaning

Suppose we were able to share meanings freely without a compulsive urge to impose our view or conform to those of others and without distortion and self-deception. Would this not constitute a real revolution in culture.

The view that we hold in Iraq now is this - that democracy is associated with elections. I believe that elections are possible.

The world is set up - as foreign as that can be to some people who are very materialistic - but there is a force in this world, once we step into it, that opens doors for us, that gives us a sense of purpose and the greatest life there is, in my view.

I don't really think dreams have real meaning. Some people believe in that. I just think it's your brain, after a day of crazy random pieces of information jumbled together, creating interesting stories. I just view it as entertainment.

Sturm und Drang?" "Ah…I see that I'll have to introduce you to the finer points of German literature. It means passionate turmoil—literally translated, 'storm and stress.'

Do you know the motto on the Ravenel coat of arms?" "Loyalté nous lie." "Do you know what it means?" "'Never make us angry?'" Pandora guessed, and was rewarded by his deep laugh. "Actually, I do know," she said. "It means 'loyalty binds us.'" "That's right," Devon said.

I don't usually wear perfume," Annabelle said. "Mr. Hunt likes the smell of clean skin." "He may prefer Lady of the Night." Annabelle looked appalled. "Is that what this is called?" "It's named after a night-blooming orchid," Lillian explained. "Oh, good," Annabelle said sardonically. "I was afraid that it was named after a harlot.

La mayoría de las vidas no se distinguen por grandes ganancias. Son importantes para un número infinito de pequeñas cosas. Cada vez que usted es amable con los demás, o pone una sonrisa en alguien, dar sentido a su vida. ¿No dudar de su valor, querida. El mundo sería un lugar más triste sin él Daisy Bowman

I never talked about you much." I said to Hardy. My voice sounded odd to my own ears. Hardy stared into my eyes and nodded, understanding that some things mean too much to be expressed easily.

And he raised his glass to her. It could have been a compliment. Or the most sarcastic gesture anyone had ever made to her.

Something else is bothering you. Tell me what it is and I'll fix it." "You can't." "Try me.

It was one of those silences that was far more eloquent than words.

You... you are so...' She couldn't even think of a suitable word. 'I know. Woefully primitive.' Laughter threaded through his voice. 'But I must be tolerated, because I'm a man and I really can't help it.

I hate the phrase 'No pun intended.' It's pointless.

Do you have a distaste for the Irish?" Jack asked, staring steadily into her eyes. "Oh, no," she said dazedly. "I was just thinking... that must be why your hair is so black and your eyes so blue." "A chuisle mo chroi," he murmured, stroking the curls back from her round face. "What does that mean?" "Someday. I'll tell you. Someday.

The word "mistress" sounds like a cross between mistake and mattress. "We've

most lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do a kindness for someone or bring a smile to his face, it gives your life meaning. Never doubt your value, little friend. The world would be a dismal place without Daisy Bowman in it.

What is this errand, and when will you come back?" "It's nothing for you to worry about." "Whenever someone says that," Pandora said, "it always means the opposite. Along with 'It's only a scratch' or 'Worse things happen at sea.'" "Or," Clara added glumly, 'I'm only going out for a pint.

Then he says, "In a way, no one else has. No one.

Generosity of the dead. This states The big problem of poetry. Who could Speak for the buildings, for the future of the dead The dead who are implicated in all I can say? On this very beautiful surface Where I want to live

The point is, the way to speak to the universal is through the particular. The broad message might appear to speak to everyone, but really it speaks to no one deeply. When you focus on the particular, even though it seems counterintuitive, by communicating just one thing to just one person, you say everything to everyone.

Now I find that what life was making of me, what God was making of me, was not an arrow to trace a path through the sky, but the hub of a wheel. I am the intersection, I am the connection between them all, and the purpose I've been given isn't mine alone. It's for all of us to share. What I needed wasn't something I could take. What I needed was something I could give.

What are we doing? Have we really drifted so far off course? We have it all, don't we? We get along, live comfortably. But what's it all really for in the long run?

After all, what good is a life saved if you fail to live it?