Quotes About Meaning

Faith is belief in what you cannot see or prove or touch. Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark. If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity; it would just be…a prudent insurance policy.

Why am I here? What have I been called to do? How am I getting in my own way? How can I best live out my destiny?

Creativity is sacred, and it is not sacred. What we make matters enormously, and it doesn't matter at all. We toil alone, and we are accompanied by spirits. We are terrified, and we are brave. Art is a crushing chore and a wonderful privilege.

Why is a hard question to answer in any langauage.

Egyetértek a brit pszichoanalitikussal, Adam Philipsszel, aki megjegyezte: "ha a m?vészet legitimizálja a kegyetlenséget, akkor véleményem szerint nem ér annyit a dolog, hogy a m?vészet a miénk legyen.

What does any of that have to do with the quiet glory of merely making things, and then sharing those things with an open heart and no expectations? I

The word paradise, by the way, which comes to us from the Persian, means literally "a walled garden.

Si la fe fuese racional, no sería fe. La fe es la creencia en lo que no se puede ver ni tocar. La fe es caminar —de frente y a toda velocidad— hacia las tinieblas. Si realmente tuviéramos todas las respuestas en cuanto al significado de la vida y la naturaleza de Dios y el destino del alma, la religión no sería un acto de fe ni un valiente acto de humanidad; sería simplemente... una prudente póliza de seguros.

You have to believe that what you are creating is sacred.

You can live a long life, making and doing really cool things the entire time. You might earn a living with your pursuits or you might not, but you can recognize that this is not really the point. And at the end of your days, you can thank creativity for having blessed you with a charmed, interesting, passionate existence.

I was not built only to labor, and then to sleep, and then to labor again the next day--with no pleasure or excitement. There had to be more to life than toil and travail.

What we're doing here tonight doesn't matter a bit in the cruel scheme of the world, but we're doing it anyhow.

But why must everything have a practical application? I'd been such a diligent soldier for years--working, producing, never missing a deadline, taking care of my loved ones, my gums, and my credit record, voting, etc. Is this lifetime supposed to only be about duty?

I asked, You mean, you might as well spend your life going upward, through the happy places, since heaven and hell - the destinations - are the same thing anyway? Same - same, he said. Same in end, so better to be happy on journey. I said, So, if heaven is love, then hell is... Love, too, he said.

Los devotos del mundo entero practican sus ritos sin tener garantizado que les sirva de nada.

My friend Kate once went to a concert of Mongolian throat singers who were traveling through New York City on a rare world tour. Although she couldn't understand the words to their songs, she found the music almost unbearably sad. After the concert, Kate approached the lead Mongolian singer and asked, What are your songs about? He replied, Our songs are about the same things that everyone else's songs are about: lost love, and somebody stole your fastest horse.

Making a living is nothing, the great difficulty is making a point, making a difference - with words.

Melisande blinked rapidly, then looked back to the little box with garnet earrings. Her ears weren't even pierced. She touched one of the garnets with a fingertip and wondered if he'd ever looked-really looked- at her at all.

It might've been my fichu. -Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble.

I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered rich girl collides with great books and is devastated by her own banality.

Never before had I known the sudden quiver of understanding that travels from word to brain to heart, the way a new language can move, coil, swim into life under the eyes, the almost savage leap of comprehension, the instantaneous, joyful release of meaning, the way the words shed their printed bodies in a flash of heat and light. Since then I have known this moment

I do not want to work. I want to think about what it is they want to do to my brain and think about what it means. It means more than they say; everything they say means more than it says. Beyond the words is the tone; beyond the tone is the context; beyond the context is the unexplored territory of normal socialization, vast and dark as night, lit by the few pinpricks of similar experience, like stars.

These men, knowing full well that they were eyewitnesses to monumental events, read meaning and purpose into every detail of the surrender conference, and their accounts reveal that the seeds of continuing strife were sown at the very moment of Union victory and Confederate defeat.

The invention of languages is the foundation.The "stories" were made rather to provide a world for the languages than the reverse. To me a name comes first and the story follows