Quotes About Meaning

The essential difference with Builders is that they've found something to do that matters to them and are therefore so passionately engaged, they rise above the personality baggage that would otherwise hold them down. Whatever they are doing has so much meaning to them that the cause itself provides charisma and they plug into it as if it was electrical current.

The price of a work of art has nothing to do with what the work of art is, can do, or is worth on an existential, alchemical level.

A metaphysical tour de force of untethered meaning and involuting interlocking contrapuntal rhythms, 'The Clock' is more than a movie or even a work of art. It is so strange and other-ish that it becomes a stream-of-consciousness algorithm unto itself - something almost inhuman.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But, to us, anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance, alone or together, we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.

Every work of art is a culturescape of you, your memories, the moments you spent working, your hopes, energies, and neuroses, the times you live in, and your ambitions. Of the things that are engaging, mysterious, meaningful, resistant over time.

Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain't got no friend; without a song, the road would never bend. Without a song.' So I keep singing a song. Good-night.

Every name is real. That's the nature of names.

Accountability ought to mean being held responsible for one's actions. But by a sort of linguistic sleight of hand, accountability has come to mean demonstrating success through standardized measurement, as if only that which can be counted really counts.

Un sentimiento de absurdo, tétrico y grotesco: he aquí la única verdad estúpida que había quedado después de todas sus experiencias. La vida entera parecía no tener más significado que un puñado de arena. Bastaba con abrir los dedos para que no quedara nada.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

Matías, se deja llevar por la nostalgia y comprende, a través del poema escrito por su padre, que más allá de la vida, lo más importante es saber amar y él supo amar, inclusive más allá de sus propias cenizas.

You aren't having something taken from you. Trust me, I know that feeling and this is not it. You are surrendering something. You fear it, so you'll just let it go. Throw it away like it means nothing when it's obvious it means everything.

Words and emotions are simple currencies. If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing. Use 'beautiful' to describe a sandwich and the word means nothing. Since the war, there is no more room for inflated language. Words and feelings are small now - clear and precise. Humble like dreams.

People who keep journals have life twice.

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

Can you imagine? That you can say something, offhand, and it can matter, it can really matter to someone else? Can you imagine what it's like to hear something like that? To hear someone say something and feel the world ripple around you?

The action of a thing is the same as the naming of it - is, in fact, the real name. The trees creak and they are saying, 'trees creak through the long night.' The long night - what is it? Trees creaking. There wasn't anything that tied life's moments together, except life. And when it was gone?

it is not just a matter of feeling—how can this go right, what can I do to make this right, but there is also this other thing—that you think, life is truly absurd, and there really is no meaning, only objects of various size colliding in space, if they are so lucky as to be near each other.

The third part of my life was where I was told the meaning of my life. One knows the weight of a thing when it is strong enough to bear its own meaning, to hear its own truth told to it, and yet to remain.

We felt lucky to have had him, and lucky to become the ones who were continually with him, caring for him. I have read some books of philosophy in which the freedom of burdens is explained, that somehow we are all seeking some appropriate burden. Until we find it, we are horribly shackled, can in fact scarcely live.

We get offered so few real victories. It's a question I can't even really answer: what is the victory I want?

Of silence, I can say only what I heard, that all things are known by that which they make or leave–and so speech isn't itself, but its effect, and silence is the same.

there is also an underlying, less specific fear - what some might call an ontological or existential anxiety - that shrouds our days and seeps into our dreams. We feel empty and seek meaning. We feel empty and seek meaning. We yearn and know not what we yearn for. There is a black hole at the center of our understanding that engulfs and crushes our every attempt to explore it. Something is missing.

The definition of marriage cannot be disputed. It's right there in black and white and it's been the same since the start of Wikipedia.