Quotes About Meaning

Is happiness the aim?' 'I don't know. I suppose I want my life to mean something. I want to do something good.

She remembered the anti-philosophy of Mrs Elm in the Midnight Library. 'You don't have to understand life. You just have to live it.

I suppose I want my life to mean something. I want to do something good.

I)t was different because she was alive, when she had so nearly been dead. And because that had been her choice. A choice to live. Because she had touched the vastness of life and within that vastness she had seen the possibility not only of what she could do, but also feel.

Jamás vivirás si te dedicas a buscar el sentido de la vida.

Legacy. What a meaningless thing. All that work for a future in which they don't appear.

Also, orgasms, I realized, were an incredibly big deal. It seemed orgasms were the central tenet of life here. Maybe this was the only meaning humans had on this planet. Their purpose was simply to pursue the enlightenment of orgasm. A few seconds of relief from the surrounding dark.

We have the knowledge to realise we are just a mass of quanta and particles, like everything else is, and yet we keep trying to separate ourselves from the universe we live in, to give ourselves a meaning above that of a tree or a rock or a cat or a turtle.

This book, this actual book, is set right here, on Earth. It is about the meaning of life and nothing at all. It is about what it takes to kill somebody, and save them. It is about love and dead poets and wholenut peanut butter.

I didn't mean to be so weird. So rude.' 'Well, some people can't help it. Some people are just like that.' 'Well, I didn't mean to be.' 'What we are and what we mean are different things. It's fine. The world makes it very hard not to be a prick.

Maybe Shakespeare was right. Maybe all the world was a stage. Maybe without the act everything would fall apart. The key to happiness wasn't being yourself, because what did that even mean? Everyone had many selves. No. The key to happiness is finding the lie that suits you best.

But you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life,' he

You can't find happiness looking for the meaning of life. Meaning is only the third most important thing. It comes after loving and being.

What we are and what we mean are different things. It's fine. The world makes it very hard not to be a prick.

I wanted to be dead. No. That's not quite right. I didn't want to be dead, I just didn't want to be alive. Death was something that scared me. And death only happens to people who have been living. There were infinitely more people who had never been alive. I wanted to be one of those people. That old classic wish. To never have been born. To have been one of the three hundred million sperm that hadn't made it.

Sembra impossibile vivere senza ferire le persone». «Perché è così». «E allora perché vivere?». «Beh, a essere sinceri, anche morire fa soffrire le altre persone. Dunque, quale vita vorresti scegliere adesso?».

Maybe this was the only meaning humans had on this planet. Their purpose was simply to pursue the enlightenment of orgasm. A few seconds of relief from the surrounding dark.

Ha! The meaning of life. The meaning of life. There is none. People search for external values and meaning in a world which not only can't provide it but is also indifferent to their quest. That's not really Schopenhauer. That's more Kierkegaard via Camus. I'm with them. Trouble is, if you study philosophy and stop believing in a meaning, you start to need medical help.

THEN ME: I need a reason to stay alive. I need something strong that will keep me here. NOW ME: Okay, okay, give me a minute . . .

Maybe there was no perfect life for her, but somewhere, surely, there was a life worth living.

Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same.

No, the shock was that she felt like she was about to live. Or at least, that she could imagine wanting to be alive again. And she wanted to do something good with that life.

She wanted to have a purpose, something to give her a reason to exist.

Albert Camus said, "There is no love of life without despair of life.