Quotes About Meaning

The word 'sin' is derived from the Indo-European root 'es-,' meaning 'to be.' When I discovered this etymology, I intuitively understood that for a [person] trapped in patriarchy, which is the religion of the entire planet, 'to be' in the fullest sense is 'to sin'.

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart their crumbled masterpieces singing an endless mourning dirge. I turned, looking at the wild grass shivering across the plateau. "I see only reminders that nothing lasts forever, not even greatness." "Some things last." I faced him. "Really? And just what would that be?" "The things that matter.

Pieces" Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. Allys saying "I like you" Gabriel snorting out bread freeing me to laugh. And Ethan reminding me how much I do know. Pieces. I hold them likethey are life itself. They nearly are.

These memories descend out of nowhere, giving me pieces of who I was, but their significance is lost. I sigh and resume my walk, not knowing if this memory is important, or just more of the jumbled trivia of Jenna's life, like sock shopping. Maybe that is all any life is composed of, trivia that eventually adds up to a person, and maybe I just don't have enough of it yet to be a whole one.

I jumped. Another shadow flitted across the

Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.

Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.

Death isn't a curse. It's the shadow that gives life its form, and that shadow's whispering to me now.

It's not when you press the shutter, but why you press the shutter.

The abstract artist, he said, would be repeatedly challenged by such skeptics asking, "'What does it mean?'… 'Is it a sky, a house, a horse?'" To which they should respond with confidence and honesty, "'No, it is a painting.'"29

Simply to live does not justify existence, for life is a mere gesture on the surface of the earth, and death a return to that from which we had never been wholly separated; but oh to leave a trace, no matter how faint, of that brief gesture! For someone, some day, may find it beautiful! —Frank O'Hara1

Human beings were meant to love, and life was empty without that.

I believe as I did as a child, that life has meaning, direction and value; that no suffering is lost; that each drop of blood and every tear counts; and that the secret of the world is to be found in St. John's "Veus Caritas est"—"God is love." —FRANÇOIS MAURIAC

Taboo comes from a Polynesian word that means "sacred or holy" rather than simply "prohibited.

I live an immoral life. It is immoral because it is deadly futile.

I fail remarkably. I write Eye when I mean Tooth. I write Fornicate when I mean Caress. I write Wine when I mean Blood.

The communication is in the work and words are no substitute for this.

It's not so much how busy you are, but why you are busy. The bee is praised. The mosquito is swatted.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

That," I said, "is the business of the gods, who made us." "Yes, but for what? We ought to be good for it, whatever it is. How can we live, until we know?" I gazed at him; such desperate words, yet he looked all lit from within. He saw I was paying attention; that was enough to draw him on.