Quotes About Meaning

Kultur und Todeswissen sind eng miteinander verflochten, wir wissen um die Kurzfristigkeit, um die Begrenztheit des Lebens. Das Gewahrwerden des eigenen Todes ist entscheidende Bedingung für die kulturelle Schöpferkraft. Kultur verspricht Dauer, Kultur schöpft Sinn, Kultur handelt mit Transzendenz. Ihr implizites Ziel ist es, das, was vorgegeben ist, zu überschreiten und ihm so Dauer zu verleihen.

If I'm going to spend a lifetime writing my story, I want it to mean something.

Looping. Some days are so dark I can't see anything but a miserable fog of number after number, word after word, clouds of verbs and nouns and none of them the ones that will make time go backward.

Side note: invalid. Whoever invented that word, and made it the same word as not-valid? That person sucked.

Maybe every monster is a miracle meant to change the world.

For years, I thought that if I had to be a palindrome, make me kuulilennuteetunneliluuk.

Are you going to let me be eaten?' Billy Beecham looks stunned. 'Don't you know that sometimes Beast collectors get collected?' I ask him. 'But you're a virgin.' 'Virgins were never sacrifices,' I say. "Not to this kind of Beast. Virgin are collaborators.

The truest measure of life is not in its length but the fullness in which it is lived.

jak?e ja b?d? umiera?, kiedy nie ?y?am ja wcale?

Quiet. My body melted heavily into the chair; I heard a cart go up the street. The room grew suddenly big with meaning. Something was about to happen, was happening: each object in the room seemed perfect of its kind, its kind being just its one self. The moment split into Eternity and I went with it: I had neither skin nor bones, but flowed into the world, sacred along with everything else, and was lost.

Quiet. My body melted heavily into the chair; I heard a cart go up the street. The room grew suddenly big with meaning. Something was about to happen, was happening: each object in the room seemed perfect of its kind, its kind being just its one self.

Danny smiles. Really smiles--like it means a lot that I'm not mad at him anymore. And then I figure out something weird: that you can be important to someone who doesn't mean much to you. But that once you find that out--that you mean something to them--it's hard not to feel that they mean something to you.

Happiness is not the purpose of life. The purpose of life is "to glorify God and enjoy Him forever."3

Never work just for money or for power. They won't save your soul or help you sleep at night.

Holding a majority in the decisions that impact people's lives, life, should mean that you hold a majority in wisdom, reason, soul.

Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

Quien se encierra en sí mismo para custodiar su libertad se convierte en esclavo de su propia pequeñez, mientras que quien se olvida de sí mismo para darse a los demás ensancha su libertad y ayuda a liberar a los demás: quien conserve su vida la perderá, mientras quien pierde su vida la ganará (cfr. Mt 10, 39).

Si por una malinterpretada libertad no fuéramos habitualmente fieles a esos compromisos de amor, caeríamos en la incoherencia, y si no rectificáramos con humildad, nuestra vida iría perdiendo poco a poco significado: de peregrinos nos transformaríamos en errantes.

Some kind of philosophical mission, something that would push back, if only for a moment, against the inescapable nihilism of this place.

En enorm klods af en bog med blanke sider, hvor ingenting og alting skulle stå.

To be honest, most of our thoughts are pure caca anyway (yes, that's a scientific term). Nothing has meaning other than the meaning we give it. With practice, we can train ourselves not to take our thoughts seriously or personally—especially the nonenlivening ones. When they show up, simply say, "Thanks for sharing," and get on with your life.

He who has a why to live for can bear with almost any how. Viktor E. Frankl

Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it.