Quotes About Meaning

I wish we all didn't have a story. –Karen

That probably means something to someone from the last century. The HAL reference also. The execs are always trying to throw in callbacks to their latest blockbuster remakes of once-great movies that have been rebooted to death.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

I love the relationship that anyone has with music ... because there's something in us that is beyond the reach of words, something that eludes and defies our best attempts to spit it out. ... It's the best part of us probably ...

Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.

Every wall has two reasons for existing.

I think an artist will have to know that the reward is in the giving. That's where it's at: it's called "unconditional love".

don't believe in the fuckin' work ethic. This "work is what life's all about" shit is just a bunch of bollocks, it's just a fuckin' English bourgeois guilt trip invented by the fuckin' English bourgeoisie to keep people in line, y'know, like a bunch of happy fuckin' slaves. Bourgeois guilt means fuckin' nothin' to me.

That word doesn't have any fuckin' meaning for me. In this life, some people are just less mad than others. That's all.

The only two things that matter to me, the only motivation points for me writing all these songs,' opines Costello with a perverse leer, 'are revenge and guilt. Those are the only emotions I know about, that I know I can feel. Love? I dunno what it means, really, and it doesn't exist in my songs.

Whenever its name has been anything but a jest, philosophy has been haunted by a subterranean question: What if knowledge were a means to deepen unknowing?

One ascends into profundity, but profundity is nothing but a complication of the shallows, and 'one' is nowhere.

Although Postmodernism was certainly a fad, it was also a Zeitgeist, or spirit of the times. It meant something, despite its own best efforts, at least as a symptom. The disappearance of reality that it announced was itself real, as was the realm of simulation that replaced it.

If the truth was a woman she'd be a whore. She'd be an extremely supple, highly sinuous, ridiculously wanton slut.

Bishop Rhiel says a book is full of secret signs that tell a story. A god's story. It sounds as though it should be interesting, but it isn't.

What mattered was the truth, rising like birdsong, like the scent of flowers opening to the sun, of her wyrd. Cian's hand beneath hers. It always had been so. It had always been meant to be so. Fate goes over as it must.

That was how kings were. If you were of no use, you didn't exist.

The look she gave me was full of meaning, but I had no idea what it was.

Did its magic work? It had not saved the man who wore it.

Hild realised that every shape the man's body made refused the words, and the bard was nodding along. The bard had made the speech.

I'm your friend. I have been for a long time, even if I sometimes wonder if you know what that means.

It is not what we do that is important. It is why we do it.

Without economic concerns the fool dies from boredom.

Reading Nietzsche as a response is not understanding him. Nietzsche is an immense interrogation.