Quotes About Meaning

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

That's what we do with our pain," she said, watching the butterfly rise. "We make it into something beautiful." "We make it into something meaningful," said the diva. "We make it matter," whispered the actress.

My choice", he'd whispered, taking her hand. "Mine. Not theirs.

It's a special key.' 'How so?' 'It has an L on it. L for love. See? It's the key to the universe, Dad.

Yet I had such joy from the words.

There has to be a reason things are the way they are here. If only I can find out what it is.

You think life is the vanquisher of death? It is not. Love is. Life is Fragile. Life ends. But love? Love lives forever.

You're here with us, Astrid. We're the Six now, just like we were meant to be. And that means the world to me. - Sera

I know now! I know what it means to be alive! Love is its own magic. And it's strong. So strong!

Art is the most effective form of communication.

Suggesting that you do yoga was my subtle way of telling you to go to hell.

He was a dork, but at least he was totally comfortable in social situations, like Dad. Comfortable, or oblivious, which amounted to the same thing.

The first time he'd called me Hoyden , years ago, I'd sneaked a peek in the dictionary to look up what it meant: a noisy girl. Not exactly flattering. Not exactly a lie, either. But I couldn't let him know I felt flattered that he'd taken the time to look up a word in the dictionary to insult me with. Because that would make me insane, desperate, and in unrequited love.

But knowing everything is too much like knowing nothing; without a story, it's all just information.

He gestured at the girl I'd been dealing with, whose carefree smile could be roughly translated as: 'He's officially not my problem anymore.' I gave her a wink whose exact translation was: 'Don't be so sure, darling.

I felt no shame whatsoever in these activities, because I understood what almost no one else seemed to grasp: that there was only an infinitesimal difference, a difference so small that it barely existed except as a figment of the human imagination, between working in a tall green glass building on Park Avenue and collecting litter in a park. In fact, there may have been no difference at all.

he needed to be young or nothing about him made any sense

It's the weird and terrible way of this place that a little thing, a hand on a head, can matter so much.

But my problem is the same one had by everyone who gathers information. What to do with it? How to sort and shape and use it? How to keep from drowning in it? Not every story needs to be told.

Why study authenticity if not to seek it? Try to ring some last truth from that word before it's so leeched of meaning that becomes a word casing, a shell without a bullet. A term that can be used only inside quotation marks.

She loved to read and did so quite uncritically, taking each book as a prescription of sorts, an argument for a certain kind of life.

Could' and 'is' are so far apart as to be opposites." "No," she says. " 'Is' and 'isn't' are opposites.

The sheer ordinariness of it all confounded Phoebe, as if any one of these things might happen several times a day, with no one watching. They belong to each other, she thought, and found herself awed by the notion -- knowing someone was there, just there, reaching for that person without a thought.

Chris was noticing more and more such correlations, which had the effect of turning the whole world into a matching game. But they also worried him; what did it mean that much of his life could be described in formulaic clichés?