Quotes About Meaning

Her social media activity wasn't great in this life, which was always a promising sign.

The quiet made her realize how much noise there was elsewhere in the world. Here, noise had meaning. You heard something and you had to pay attention.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself. Maybe it wasn't the lack of achievements that had made her and her brother's parents unhappy, maybe it was the expectation to achieve in the first place. She

But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

She stepped outside, wondering whether a life could really be judged from just a few minutes after midnight on a Tuesday. Or maybe that was all you needed.

What is legacy but the most empty and mediocre substitute for what we have. Steel and money and fancy concert halls don't give you immortality.

what is the point of living when you have no one to live for?

Maar als je op zoek bent naar de zin van het leven zul je nooit leven,' zei hij wijs. (Camus)

It seems impossible to live without hurting people. That's because it is. So, why live at all? Well, in fairness, dying hurts people too.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered.

Why did we get married? What is the point of it? What are the rules involved?

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfect intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To the world, witnessing itself.

This was all meaningless without love.

You could eat in the finest restaurants, you could partake in every sensual pleasure, you could sing on stage in Sao Paulo to twenty thousand people, you could soak up whole thunderstorms of applause, you could travel to the ends of the Earth, you could be followed by millions on the internet, you could win Olympic medals, but this was all meaningless without love.

rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself. Maybe it wasn't the lack of achievements that had made her and her brother's parents unhappy, maybe it was the expectation to achieve in the first place. She had no idea about any of it, really. But on that boat she realised something. She had loved her parents more than she ever knew, and right then, she forgave them completely.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.

A policeman grips an arm to take you somewhere, but why does a wife stroke your hand? What was the purpose? It wasn't the touch Cosmopolitan had talked about, and it certainly didn't boost my mood.

I looked around at all the certificates on the wall and felt thankful to come from a place where personal success was meaningless.

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

The problem is, if you study philosophy and stop believing in a meaning you start to need medical help.

The regrets she had been living with most of her life were wasted ones.

In the face of death, life seemed more attractive, and as life seemed more attractive

That's the thing with time, isn't it? It's not all the same. Some days – some years – some decades – are empty. There is nothing to them. It's just flat water. And then you come across a year, or even a day, or an afternoon. And it is everything. It is the whole thing.

I love you," she said. And I knew the point of love right then. The point of love was to help you survive.