Quotes About Meaning

I always tell people, the first time I heard 'She Talks To Angels,' those lyrics did something to me.

What is art? Art talks about life; it's subversive.

If you mention any ideological thing about shooting 'Last Tango in Paris,' I was thinking I was doing a political film.

A method involving apparent obscurity is surely justified when it is the clearest, the simplest, the only method possible of saying in full what the writer has to say

Rorty is just as dismissive of James's many references to 'experience' – a word that appears in almost every text that James ever wrote. In short, Rorty's pragmatism is a pragmatism without experience. And frankly, I agree with those who have strongly argued that to eliminate experience from pragmatism (old or new) is to eviscerate pragmatism, to leave us with a gutless shadow of pragmatism.

From the perspective of the logical empiricists, the pragmatic thinkers were viewed as having seen through a glass darkly what was now seen much more clearly. The myth developed (and unfortunately became entrenched) that pragmatism was primarily an anticipation of logical positivism, in particular, the positivist's verifiability criterion of meaning.

It is precisely in the "slop-bucket job"—the work that we abhor—where we will find God the most. We do not need to have good feelings or a warm glow in order to do work for the glory of God. All good work is pleasing to the Father. Even the jobs that seem meaningless and mindless to us are highly valued in the order of the kingdom of God. God values the ordinary.

The thing is to sift out the important sounds, little syllables and vowels that bring hints of their lost words, and not to mistake the fossil for the life, or the kiss for the love, not to mistake the fragment for the sentence.

This is why I have written you in here, hoping to find a way to change the meanings of these words, to say war but mean peace, death but mean life, hate but mean your love, nothing but everything you could possibly mean to be. from "Misunderstood

It could have been ten." "What's that mean?" "It's a Hellion joke. When God threw them from Heaven, they fell for nine days, so when everything goes to shit you say…" "…It could have been ten.

That's for me, isn't it? I'm going to Hell." "Don't feel so bad. It beats Fresno.

That's it? That's all you're going to say?" "What else do you want?" "You usually have some smartass comeback." "I'm too tired for that shit right now. Aren't you?" "Most definitely.

He says, "Look into your heart, Stark," and hangs up. I look into my heart and all I can see is bourbon and me punching Samael in the balls.

He finishes and wipes his mouth. As he folds his napkin he says, "As the poet once said, 'Love has more faces than the moon.'" "What the hell does that mean?" "I have no idea. But it's very pretty, don't you think?

I mean, if we're just a mistake it means that anything nice we do is special. Any music or paintings or movies or people we love. They're all special because we're not even supposed to be here.

I say, "The Elmer Gantry act is very convincing, but why pretend you're Wormwood? That doesn't make any sense.

You mean there are miserable, depressed assholes in Heaven, too?" "Of course." "A lot?" "Enough." "And they piss everyone off?" "They sure do." "Good." She bumps her shoulder into mine. "It's nice to see you.

This is my domain. What exists here without knowledge exists here in defiance." "That doesn't even make sense." "He's calling them liars," says Daja. I look at her. "Again I ask: What does any of this have to do with me?

While food makes us live, stories are what make our lives worth living.

I love being famous. It validates that I have something to say.

I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.

We are now more conscious of the problem of communication itself even in our own language. Familiar words have lost their meaning for many; or the same word means different things to different people. Jargon and cliches usurp the place of discriminating speech in many areas of life.

What if a tree fell in the forest and no one knew it's biological name? Did it exist?

Money cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot heal ruptured relationships, or build meaning into a life that has none.