Quotes About Meaning

At least Lester had the decency to weep at his act of perfidy. Reader, do you know what 'perfidy' means? I have a feeling you do, based on the scene that unfolded here. But you should look up the word in your dictionary, just to be sure.

Desperaux, she said. He saw his name on her lips. I honor you, whispered Desperaux. I honor you.

Because that is what it means to be alive, on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn't it?

I intended only lilies. That was my intention: a bouquet of lilies. - The Magician

There's a use for everything and everything has it's use.

Tapi, anak-anak, tak ada penghiburan dalam kata 'selamat tinggal', bahkan jika kau mengatakannya dalam bahasa Prancis. 'Selamat tinggal' adalah kata-kata yang, dalam bahasa apa pu, penuh penderitaan. Itu kata-kata yang tak menjanjikan apa-apa.

If you have no intention of loving or being loved then the whole journey is pointless

What was the apostrophe doing there? Did the doctor own the Meescham? And what was it with exclamation marks? Did people not know what they were for? Surprise, anger, joy—that's what exclamation marks were for. They had nothing to do with who resided where.

You have a gift, Louisiana, and the more of yourself you put into the song, the more powerful—the more truthful—the song becomes.

If you have no intentions on loving or being loved, than the journey is pointless.

His rat soul longed inexplicably for it; he began to think that light was the only thing that gave life meaning, and he despaired that there was so little of it to be had.

greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now? Edward could think of no answer to that question.

How can a story end happily if there is no love?

Stories cannot exist without a storyteller.

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savoring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch. Cerulean, azure, blue. Shadowy, sombre, secret. Voluptuous, sensuous, amorous. Kiss, hiss, abyss. Some words sounded dangerous. Pagan. Tiger. Some words seemed to shine. Crystal. Glissade. Some words changed their meaning as I grew older. Ravishing.

Love – true love – is a precious thing, Léonie,' Isolde continued. 'It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and colour and purpose into our lives. Love is the one thing that lifts our common experience to the extraordinary.

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more. I have learned much. I have become wise. But have I made a difference? I cannot tell.

It is coincidence, I decide, and I am getting old and batty, thinking the universe revolves around me.

We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.

If we marvel at the artist who has written a great book, we must marvel more at those people whose lives are works of art and who don't even know it, who wouldn't believe it if they were told. However hard work good writing may be, it is easier than good living.

John softened, and many years later he said to me, "You know, if we were ever to divorce, I get the cat." There is a

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

Symbols, or their absence, do not always mean what they seem to symbolize. Nevertheless, I suppose they always symbolize something.