Quotes About Meaning

The resurrection gives my life meaning and direction and the opportunity to start over no matter what my circumstances.

There are too many images, too many cameras now. We're all being watched. It gets sillier and sillier. As if all action is meaningful. Nothing is really all that special. It's just life. If all moments are recorded, then nothing is beautiful and maybe photography isn't an art anymore. Maybe it never was

Linguistic philosophers continue to argue that probably music is not a language, that is in the philosophical debate. Another point of view is to say that music is a very profound language.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting…. Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation. That little poem means just what it says it means, nothing less but nothing more.

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

If God created the universe, there was a time when he commenced to create. Back of that commencement there must have been an eternity. In that eternity what was this God doing? He certainly did not think. There was nothing to think about. He did not remember. Nothing had ever happened. What did he do? Can you imagine anything more absurd than an infinite intelligence in infinite nothing wasting an eternity?

When a man is of no use to himself or to others, when his days and nights are filled with pain and sorrow, why should he remain to endure them longer?

After all, death is not so terrible as joyless life.

She couldn't understand a vocation. Some people can't; at best, work's about status and pay cheques for them, it hasn't got value in itself.

She couldn't understand a vocation. Some people can't; at best, work's about status and paychecks for them, it hasn't got value in itself.

Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek, Hurrying with many meanings, or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart.

Rudeness isn't funny.' 'It bloody is,' said the first twin, to the raucous laughter of the second.

I was the bloody alternative, standing there, right in front of her!

If only she could come inside his head and see what was there, Strike thought, she'd understand that she occupied a unique place in his thoughts and in his affections.

Was that at the root of her antipathy? An assumption that newsworthiness meant invulnerability?

I genuinely examine every new project from that standpoint. I ask myself, "What's this saying?" and also, "How could it be interpreted?" "Are there groups that might be harmed by this play?" – or production or whatever. "Does it deal in stereotypes or harmful tropes?

What was there in that peculiar little cartoon that could so offend and enrage that the creators would be deemed worthy of assassination?

We want to do something with the time we have, something that will give that time a certain meaning, a certain weight.

She thought of her life, her patchwork quilt of a life, pieced together from castoff scraps of this and that; experience, knowledge, clairvoyance. None of it made any sense to her.

I've simply always lacked even the slightest religious impulse- when people talk about their faith, I can't connect with what they're talking about. This isn't a decision I came to, or a deep belief or principle; I'm just religion-deaf, the way tone-deaf people hear sounds and not music. I suppose my religion is reading.