Quotes About Meaning

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to—the fact that you say that it's over, or the fact that you say it's a game. It's only over when one of us keeps the notebook for good. It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.   Only

That's a nice quote," Langston said. "Underline it and fold down the page for me, will you?" I did as instructed.

At last I had it—the Christmas present I'd wanted all along, but hadn't realized. His words.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way. This notebook is a strange instrument—the player doesn't know the music until it's being played.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books—used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly. ("Look at Clarissa Ã¢â'¬Â¦ she's such a used girl.")

Wiis? Wiii? What is the plural?)

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to—the fact that you say that it's over, or the fact that you say it's a game. It's only over when one of us keeps the notebook for good. It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

While my mind plays through the information I've compiled about him so far on this night, my mouth is talking stupid fucking Marshalls because my head is still getting around Nick's words about tikkun olam: Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces.

I know there was no God waiting for her, because no God could have let her find Him this soon.

I wasn't sure what any of this meant. What I was sure of was that the bagpipes had begun to play "Fairytale of New York" – which is basically the best Christmas song ever written.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning.

Mustn't desire then be integral—a set of essential guideposts on the map of life's purpose? And mightn't its very denial then be a desecration?

history, soulless god though it was, never failed to offer what must be understood.

Some candle inside him was dangerously close to guttering. A definition of loneliness surfaced in his mind: when you suddenly understand that the story of your life isn't what you thought it was.

Some candle inside him was dangerously close to guttering. A definition of loneliness surfaced in his mind: when you suddenly understand that the story of your life isn't what you thought it was.

Philosophy could be severed from life.

And to this I add: there is no divine intervention. There is no divine judge. So we must supply for ourselves notions of good and ill. This is the purview and millstone of the philosophe.

It has been said that sometimes we need a story more than food in order to live. p 374

Everybody is a story. When I was a child, people sat around kitchen tables and told their stories. We don't do that so much anymore. Sitting around the table telling stories is not just a way of passing time. It is the way the wisdom gets passed along. The stuff that helps us to live a life worth remembering.

Although he had always been a gentleman till then, he had 'caught his century', a disease impossible to analyze but by this simple phrase.

Darling— I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on you're coming to England, how much it means to me— it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved. . . . And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together.

The only way back from such a bleak despondency is to shape humiliation into humility, to strive always to triumph over the darkness while never forgetting that the honor and the beauty are more in the striving than in the winning. When triumph at last comes, our efforts alone could not have won the day without that grace which surpasses all understanding and which will, if we allow it, imbue our lives with meaning.

The unthinking embrace of irrationality is literally madness. But embracing rationality while denying the existence of any mystery to life and its meaning — that is no less a form of madness than is eager devotion to unreason.

Puppies are adorable. I'm not a puppy.