Quotes About Meaning

They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind. And

This is the real house of God, this is where those who have lost God will find Him, not the white masjid with its bright diamond lights and towering minarets.

Now I was free to do as I wished, but I found the freedom illusory, for what I wished for the most had been taken from me. They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind. And now that I had fulfilled mine, I felt aimless and adrift.

They say, find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose.

They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind. - Nabi

It is a question of discovering a truth which is truth for me, of finding the idea for which I am willing to live and die.

What is truth but to live for an idea?

the Iroquois take dreams very seriously. They see them as the secret wishes of the soul--the heart's desire, so to speak. Not all dreams, maybe, but the important ones. [p.254]

All day she had been dreaming of the comet, its wild and fiery beauty, what it might mean, how her life might change.

She had read about people-where? she could not remember this either- who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to not be yet of the earth, suspeded still between two worlds.

I will compensate all your one-inch, two-inch losses because I know how important every inch is to you aged, decrepit men.

Newt had said I loved Ivy more than the church. I wasn't going to deny it, but there were all kinds of love, and how shallow would I be if my anchor to reality was a hunk of real estate? It was the people who were there that made it mean something.

You aren't a demon practitioner? No, but they seem to practice me. Trent and Rachel

Kisten probably has one in here," she muttered, then turned with a tube of what looked like lipstick. "Ta-da!" Ta-da, huh?

was terrified, and logic meant nothing when you were scared.

Language is but a huge set of false analogies. There has to be a better way to make a point.

They played chess and Frank won. John laughed. How stupid, he said. What do you mean? Games don't mean anything. Are you sure? Sometimes life seems like a kind of game to me. John shook his head. In games there are rules, but in life the rules keep changing. You could put your bishop out there to mate the other guy's king, and he could lean down and whisper in your bishop's ear, and suddenly it's playing for him, and moving like a rook. And you're fucked.

And yet the whole meaning of the universe, its beauty, is contained in the consciousness of intelligent life. We are the consciousness of the universe, and our job is to spread that around, to go look at things, to live everywhere we can. It's too dangerous to keep the consciousness of the universe on only one planet, it could be wiped out.

Much of human language is said to be fundamentally metaphorical. This is not good news. Metaphor, according to Aristotle, is an intuitive perception of a similarity in dissimilar things.

To ask what it all means, what it's all for. To consider the axioms we are agreeing to live by. To acknowledge the reality of other people, and of the planet itself. To see other people's faces. To walk outdoors and look around.

was fighting the war on a level where it might actually mean something, might have some use, might be a matter of changing people's souls in their pure existence outside the world, where they might be capable of change, where they might learn what was important and return to life next time with new capacities in their hearts, with new goals in mind.

Labor, n. One of the processes by which A acquires property for B. —Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary

Therefore, simple syllogism: human language is futile and stupid. Meaning furthermore that human narratives are futile and stupid.

Buildings express values, they have a sort of grammar, and rooms are the sentences.