Quotes About Meaning

The higher goal of spiritual living is not to amass a wealth of information but to face sacred moments.

Question 1: What is the chief end of man? This most basic question confronts each of us. Why am I here? What is the reason for my existence? What is the purpose of my life? The catechism on the basis of 1 Corinthians 10:31 and Psalm 73:25 provides the familiar answer. "Man's chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.

Funerals are the rituals we create to help us face the reality of death, to give us a way of expressing our response to that reality with other persons, and to protect us from the full impact of the meaning of death for ourselves. Some funerals fulfill these functions beautifully. Others fail.

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry

De unde vine oare De unde vine oare tot acest dor arz?tor în inimile noastre, Al nostru-i pocalul, nu ÅŸi vinul dintr-însul; De unde vine el oare? Åžtiu c? lumea este colb Iar noi, asemeni, un pumn de ??rân?. Dar de unde vine oare durerea c?ut?rii care ne mistuie toat? fiinÅ£a? Privirile noastre r?zbat fruntariile galaxiei. De unde vin oare C?utarea asidu?, neliniÅŸtea ÅŸi revolta noastr??

Any notion of the serious life of leisure, as well as men's taste and capacity to live it, has disappeared. Leisure [has become] entertainment.

By what procedures do men establish the rule-governed links they do between language, on the one hand, and the real world, on the other?

A minha felicidade ou infelicidade depende da utilidade ou inutilidade da presente existência.

Só ela pode dizer ao homem de onde ele vem, para onde vai, por que está na Terra, e justificar todas as anomalias e todas as aparentes injustiças que a vida apresenta.

The word 'steward' derives from the Anglo-Saxon 'stig', meaning a hall, and 'weard', which is ward, guardian or keeper.

Life doesn't make sense. It's against the law for somebody to steal your bike but apparently it doesn't matter if somebody tries to steal your best friend. Well you can always get a new bike. But how do you replace a best friend

The points are not the point; the point is poetry.

Points are not the point. The point is poetry.

People ask every day, "Why was I put on earth?" As if there is perhaps one reason. The truth is that there are too many reasons to count, and each reason and each soul connects to every other

If I had a soul I sold it for pretty words If I had a body I used it up spurting my essence Allen Ginsberg warns you dont follow my path to extinction

A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.

There is probably nothing wrong with art for art's sake if we take the phrase seriously, and not take it to mean the kind of poetry written in England forty years ago.

Nowadays, many Americans have forgotten the meaning and traditions of Memorial Day. At cemeteries across the country, the graves of the fallen are sadly ignored, and worse, neglected.

Certainty is not to be had. But as we learn this we become not more moral but more resigned. We become nihilists.

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

Children are the proof we've been here . . . they're where we go to when we die. They're the best thing and the most impossible thing, but there's nothing else . . . Life is a riddle and they are the answer. If there's any answer, it has to be them.

They occupied a space in her life, but they didn't take up space, which were two very different things.

My whole adult life I've worked toward one goal—the success of our business. But I might as well have been chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. What I was looking for, striving for, wasn't really there. Meaning I've been measuring the value of my life all wrong. Then I met you and realized that being a somebody isn't nearly as wonderful as having a somebody. And being somebody to somebody else.

Insane means fewer cameras!