Quotes About Meaning

I have written this book in order to make clear, "once and for all," what Jesus' life was about, and why it should matter to us.

Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things. I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that's the dealio—you're a train and I'm a trainstation and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.

When you paint an evil thing, do you invoke it or take away its power?

Is there an acceptable result? Do we mean something when we talk?

You want it to mean something. Sad pink cakes. Five strange blue things. You want to have it glued together.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

This is how you make the meaning, you take two things and try to define the space between them.

there's no pure way to say it.

The hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not

It's amazing what some people read into songs.

Remember these rules: Don't say all when you mean most. Don't say most when you mean some. Don't say some when you mean a few. And don't say a few when you mean just one.

I don't want to touch you skin to skin. I want to touch you deeply, beneath the surface, where our real stories lie.

One might say that where Religion becomes artificial, it is reserved for Art to save the spirit of religion.

if America means anything at all, it means the sufficiency of the common, the insufficiency of the uncommon.

You see? I don't know what 'mature' means, either, and you could talk all night and I still wouldn't know. It's all just words to me, Frank. I watch you talking and I think: Isn't that amazing? He really does think that way; these words really do mean something to him. Sometimes it seems I've been watching people talk and thinking that all my life. And maybe it means there's something awful the matter with me, but it's true.

He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn't try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating their depth with unnecessary shudders. … The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders . The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?" He used that hand to pull me closer. "Why do you react that way if I don't mean anything to you?" There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.

Can't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby," said Adrian obstinately. "I'm the life of the party— even without drinking. I wasn't meant to be alone.

Life's like that. As we grow and change, some things we've experienced before take on new meaning. It'll happen for the rest of your life.

Adrian gave the picture a nod of approval before handing me the phone. "Okay, even I can admit that's pretty cute." I found myself overanalyzing the comment. What had he meant in saying 'even he' could admit it? That I was cute for a human? Or that I had just met some kind of Adrian hot-girl criteria?

I nodded. "Yup. What I did was tantamount to treason in their eyes." "I don't know what 'tantamount' means, but it sounds pretty serious.

I'd never expected my first time to be in a cabin in the woods, but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love.

There was no "me" in Alchemy. Well, phonetically there was, but that wasn't the point.

Shouldn't that be flipped right-side up?" I asked. "No," she said, eyes on the cards. After several moments of heavy silence, said, "You will destroy that which is undead." I waited about thirty seconds for her to continue, but she didn't. "Wait, that's it?" She nodded. "That's what the cards say to me.