Quotes About Meaning

not as reliably able to interpret my dreams. Sometimes I wondered if I had everything backward, my life and purpose and meaning all backward. Maybe the best thing I had to offer was fry cookery of a high order, and maybe my paranormal abilities were nothing more than the equivalent of a talent for farting on command, better repressed than indulged. I, no less than anyone, was capable of self-delusion, of pride that led me to embrace a grander image of myself than was the truth.

She considers them to constitute a work of art.

Perhaps this wasn't precisely what had been said back in the day, but instead the essence of it translated through fallible memory.

shore of truth that they couldn't even see it. They were everywhere in our time, controlled by those who taught them to fear what didn't threaten them and receive with gladness those ideas and forces that would rob them of purpose, of meaning, of security—and sooner than later would take away their

The urgent events of this night had perhaps for the first time in his thirty-six years given him a sure connection with others and an awareness of meaning in his life, as well as a sense of purpose beyond mere continued existence—that purpose perceived by everyone yet mysterious, which involved not the body and the world, but the soul.

the optimist, unlike the pessimist, believes that life has meaning, that there is something to learn from every adversity, and even that the absurdity of such an excess of misfortune will likely seem at least somewhat amusing after enough time has passed. That is why, years after they have lost everything, optimists are frequently richer and happier than ever, while pessimists often had nothing to lose in the first place.

Humans, as attractive and awesomely created as they are, tend to believe that events occur in their lives randomly, with little or no meaning. They often overlook the obvious, that God is in control.

Stories are how we make sense of our lives. To tell a story is to own it: to own the narrative thread to own a piece of our past. And when we own a story when we put it in a tidy box and store it on a high shelf it becomes manageable so that whatever negative effects it's been having on us are in theory lessened.

To ache so deeply now for Nana gave the older woman's life profound meaning. It was a privilege to mourn such a loss because it meant you had loved and been loved.

Invest your time in what is personally meaningful and relevant

I heard her surprise and then the sigh as we began the rhythm of connection and self-absorption, the miracle of sex.

I am a book I neither wrote nor read.

For reality's glow and glory, without poetry, Fade, like the red operas of sunset

Because, without knowing what is written up above, none of us knows what we want or what we are doing, and we follow our whims which we call reason, or our reason which is often nothing but a dangerous whim which sometimes turns out well, sometimes badly.

The best order of things, to my way of thinking, is the one I was meant to be part of, and to hell with the most perfect of worlds if I am not of it.

Where would you be without etymology'? Lea asked sarcastically. 'I think I might find words a little less interesting,' said Mr Ruche.

Like all men you have a religion - at least a way of looking at yourself and the universe both at once, which is all I'd hope a religion to be...

I'm telling you it's cold inside the body that is not the body, lonesome behind the face that is certainly not the face of the person one meant to become.

He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd only wasted a few years.

whatever truth he meant to get at, his eyes were the visible scars of it.

He thought he might as well. There's really only one question. What's that? Did God really kill Himself? Leanna wasn't smiling now. She was staring at him, but softly. Who are you? she asked him. Whatever she meant by the question, he didn't want to answer it. He wiped his face with his napkin, and in reference to the warmth of the place said, Man.

Generally the closest I ever came to wondering about the meaning of it all was to consider that I must be the victim of a joke.

To English it was amazing how a song will take a whole confused epoch in your life, and fashion it into something sharp and elegant with which to pierce your neck.

Well, I said, if the saints think reincarnation's a game worth playing ... Mark said: I mean, sure, something's happening over and over, but what? Maybe it's just the breath in and out of our lungs. I pointed out we didn't need a metaphor for breathing—You just talked about it quite literally.