Quotes About Meaning

Why we do what do matters. When we lose our why, we lose our way. We inevitably get lost when we don't know why we are doing what we are doing.

Sports don't define us it is not what we live for.

purpose of actually changing the country. Changing it quickly, radically, and truly.

Crazy was a potent enemy against the establishment, but how to predict what a crazy man will do?

As it happened, Conway meant to say "alternative information," which at least would imply there might be additional data.

His departure would return the Trump organization to pure family control—the family and its functionaries, without an internal rival for brand meaning and leadership. From the family's point of view, it would also—at least in theory—help facilitate one of the most implausible brand shifts in history: Donald Trump to respectability.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

The great and glorious masterpiece of man is how to live with purpose.

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.

Yes, seven years old she was, when she finally plucked up the courage to ask her mother what Christmas was all about, and Mrs Castaway replied (once only, after which the subject was forever forbidden): 'It's the day Jesus Christ died for our sins. Evidently unsuccessfully, since we're still paying for them.

What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.

People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don't know is what what they do does.

The only conclusion he could draw was that without points of reference, a man melts away.

The academic study of literature leads basically nowhere, as we all know

Tout est kitsch, si l'on veut. La musique dans son ensemble est kitsch; l'art est kitsch; la littérature elle-même est kitsch. Toute émotion est kitsch, pratiquement par définition; mais toute réflexion aussi, et même dans un sens toute action. La seule chose qui ne soit absolument pas kitsch, c'est le néant.

O kadar az yaÅŸad?m ki sanki hiç ölmeyecekmiÅŸim gibi düÅŸünme eÄŸilimindeyim; insan hayat?n?n bu kadarc?k bir ÅŸeye indirgenmesi gerçek olamazm?? gibi geliyor bana; elinizde olmadan, er ya da geç bir ÅŸey olacak diye hayal ediyorsunuz. Büyük hata. Bir hayat pekâlâ da boÅŸ ve k?sa olabilir. Günler ne bir iz ne bir an? b?rakmadan sefil bir ÅŸekilde ak?p gider; ve sonra bir anda duruverir.

Should I just die? The decision struck me as premature.

His masterpiece was a dead end—but isn't that true of any masterpiece?

Que pouvions-nous faire, donc? Vivre? C'est exactement dans ce genre de situation qu'écrasés par le sentiment de leur propre insignifiance les gens se décident à faire des enfants; ainsi se reproduit l'espèce, de moins en moins il est vrai.

We are probably wrong to suspect that each individual has some secret passion, some mystery, some weakness; if Jean-Yves's father had had to express his innermost convictions, the profound meaning he ascribed to life, he could probably have cited nothing more than a slight disappointment.

Az irodalom mélységesen fogalmi m?vészet (...) Semmit sem lehet állítani, tagadni, relativizálni, kigúnyolni a fogalmak segítsége nélkül, szavak nélkül. Innen fakad az irodalmi tevékenység meglepÅ' robosztussága: az irodalom megtagadhatja magát, elpusztíthatja magát, lehetetlennek nyilváníthatja magát, miközben mégis önmaga marad.

L'absence d'envie de vivre, hélas, ne suffit pas pour avoir envie de mourir.

Au métro Sèvres-Babylone, j'ai vu un graffiti étrange: "Dieu a voulu des inégalités, pas des injustices", disait l'inscription. Je me suis demandé qui était cette personne si bien informée des desseins de Dieu.

Et en quoi une vie a-t-elle besoin d'être justifiée ? La totalité des animaux, l'écrasante majorité des hommes vivent sans jamais éprouver le moindre besoin de justification. Ils vivent parce qu'ils vivent et voilà tout, c'est comme ça qu'ils raisonnent ; ensuite je suppose qu'ils meurent parce qu'ils meurent, et que ceci, à leurs yeux, termine l'analyse.