Quotes About Meaning

I stood at the window, where I once stood with my father looking out through binoculars, and even now small winged creatures occasionally flitted by, but they were no more than reminders that birds mean nothing at all to me anymore.

Le sens n'est pas très important. Ce qui l'est, c'est le récit caché au fond des mots. Maintenant, vous êtes en train d'essayer de le faire remonter. Votre cÅ"ur est en train de tenter de faire réapparaître des choses qui ont disparu.

Döden försvann efter hand tillsammans med tiden allt längre bort i fjärran, och minnet var det enda som blev kvar, minnet som är det allra mest värdefulla vi har.

È proprio questo il senso di un esemplare: rinchiuderlo equivale a separarsene, così si compie il suo destino ultimo.

I was always watching you." This could have been a breathless declaration of love or a final farewell.

Little by little I was starting to like Hiruko, which surprised me. "And are you a Buddhist?" I asked her. "No, I'm not a Buddhist. I'm a linguist." "Is that a religion?" "Not really, but languages can make people happy, and show them what's beyond death.

One doesn't do existential therapy as a freestanding separate theory; rather it informs your approach to such issues as death, which many therapists tend to shy away from.

Nietzsche's message to us was to live life in such a way that we would be willing to repeat the same life eternally.

Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.

Life meaning is always a derivative phenomenon that materializes when we have transcended ourselves, when we have forgotten ourselves and become absorbed in someone (or something) outside ourselves.

Life is a miserable thing. I have decided to spend my life thinking about it.

The more unlived your life, the greater your death anxiety.

The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?

Amin, you're not making sense to me. Things have always been this way, since the beginning of time. Some die so others can be saved. You don't believe in the salvation of others?

fasciné par les mots... ces assemblages de caractères morts qui, pris entre une majuscule et un point, ressuscitaient d'un coup, devenaient phrases, devenaient foules, devenaient force et esprit. Tout

I saved my soul, replied my father For this, firstly, you should have one, old man

There's a poem by Borges that begins, Ya no es mágico el mundo. Te han dejado . The world's not magical anymore. You've been left. He says left , an everyday word, a word that makes no noise.

What is our life: (Pause.) it's looking forward or it's looking back. And that's our life. That's it. Where is the moment?

Doubtless these are inconsequential perplexities. Still, inconsequential perplexities have now and again been known to become the fundamental mood of existence, one suspects.

Coincidences undeniably imply meaning. I am rereading Hart Crane. I notice the date On which he stepped off that boat Was April 26. Tomorrow is April 26. The year of his suicide was 1932. I was four. I am now fifty-one. One undeniable implication in this case then Is that the year, today, Is 1979. Afterward, Crane's mother scrubbed floors. Eventually, I may or may not Jump overboard. Are there questions?

Or was it possibly...nothing more than a read ?

How can we call death-about which we know nothing- the opposite of life, when we barely comprehend life itself?

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