Quotes About Meaning

Ko visp?r noz?m? - kr?pt? [..] Kr?pt - cik vulg?rs v?rds, ar ko apz?m?t smalk?ko, gal?jo neapmierin?t?bu, mekl?jumus p?c kaut k? vair?k, arvien vair?k...

Sieviete, kuru iek?ro cits, kaut ar? tas b?tu kaisles aps?sts z?rcinieks, t?l?t k??st v?rt?g?ka nek? iepriekš. T? nu ir, ka cilv?ks daudz vair?k dz?vo no relat?v?m nek? no absol?t?m v?rt?b?m.

Die Worte wehten im Zwielicht hin und her, sie waren ohne Bedeutung, und das, was von Bedeutung war, war ohne Worte.

Keista,- tar? Lencas po valand?l?s,- kod?l visokiems žmon?ms paminklai statomi, o kod?l nepasta?ius paminklo m?nuliui arba žydin?iam medžiui.

Life was life, it was worth nothing and everything;

man bija t?da saj?ta, it k? maz? telpa paceltos un ar mums aizlidotu cauri naktij un gadiem, gar?m daudz?m atmi??m. T? bija sav?da noska?a. Laiks lik?s apst?jies; tas vairs nebija k? straume, kas n?ca no tumsas un iepl?da tums?, - tas bija ezers, kur? klusi atspogu?oj?s dz?ve.

Un kas mums Ä«stenÄ«b? pieder? Kam tik daudz uz­traukties par liet?m, kuras lab?kaj? gadÄ«jum? dotas mums tikai uz zin?mu laiku; un kam tik daudz pr?tot par to, kuram m??otais cilvÄ"ks vair?k vai maz?k piederÄ"jis, ja iluzorais v?rds "piederÄ"t" nenozÄ«mÄ" neko vair?k k? — apskaut tukÅ¡u gaisu?

Leer inleyerek kolunun üzerine yaslan?yor. Öyle bir kan?yor ki elimizden gelen yok. BoÅŸalan bir tüp gibi, birkaç dakika içinde çöküverdi. Okulda, matematikte birinci oluÅŸunun ÅŸimdi ona ne yarar? var ki?

O leg?tur? spiritual-sufleteasc? de maxim? intensitate, concretizat? fizic-iat? ce înseamn? iubirea...

Wasplike with their long slender hulls, these were ships not seen in these waters before. They approached in a line, each flying a large American flag. To the hundreds of onlookers by now gathered on shore, many also carrying American flags, it would be a sight they would never forget and into which they read great meaning. These were the descendants of the colonials returning now at Britain's hour of need....

He cared little about whether they had expertise with airplanes. "They are all captains of industry, and industry is like theology," Beaverbrook said. "If you know the rudiments of one faith you can grasp the meaning of another.

Does this mean we can eat pie today? Easton asked. Riley let out a snorting laugh. I know someone who will be. Nice.

That sounded like an insult, but he wasn't sure. What's a dillweed? You. You're a dill weed. Well, that cleared things right up.

Because you make me. Because I didn't exist, not in any way that matters, until I met you.

a colorless chap who's never found himself because there isn't anything to find.

I brought children into this lousy, mixed-up world because when you love someone and they love you back, the world doesn't look that lousy or seem that mixed up.

the best existential analysis of the human condition leads directly into the problems of God and faith

The world of human aspiration is largely fictitious and if we do not understand this we understand nothing about man.

Anthropologists have long known that when a tribe of people lose their feeling that their way of life is worth-while they may stop reproducing, or in large numbers simply lie down and die beside streams full of fish: food is not the primary nourishment of man.

Necessity with the illusion of meaning would be the highest achievement for man; but when it becomes trivial there is no sense to one's life.

The key to the creative type is that he is separated out of the common pool of shared meanings. There is something in his life experience that makes him take in the world as a problem; as a result he has to make personal sense out of it. This holds true for all creative people to a greater or lesser extent, but it is especially obvious with the artist. Existence

Even if men admit they are cowards, they still want to be saved. There is no harmonious development, no child-rearing program, no self-reliance that would take away from men their need for a beyond on which to base the meaning of their lives.

modern man tries to replace vital awe and wonder with a "How to do it" manual.

Human life may not be more than a meaningless interlude in a vicious drama of flesh and bones that we call evolution; that the Creator may not care any more for the destiny of man or the self-perpetuation of individual men than He seems to have cared for the dinosaurs or the Tasmanians.