Quotes About Meaning

If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money.

thereby, to lay bare the true inner meaning of Holy Scripture to all who heard him. Sanctified by God

Gardens always mean something else, man absolutely uses one thing to say another.

Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is dangerous like the ignorance of particulars, but our words are clear and our movements give off light.

you'll also notice that inside what is apparently a single line, there is a play of one, two, or three elements, balanced or unbalanced in various ways that are expressive in relation to what the poem is saying.

What is the sound of a soul made of numbers?

People say that God works in mysterious ways when they really mean that life, or something in their own lives, doesn't make any sense, but I think that's wrong. I think it means that we can't make any sense out of life until we give up our deepest hopes, until we stop trying to arrange everything to suit us. But once we do, or are forced to . . . That's what's mysterious.

The only meaning our lives have is the meaning we give them.

absurd. This word for ridiculous, foolish, or irrational comes to us from the world of music, as the original meaning of its Latin ancestor, absurdus, was "out of tune or harmony.

I am interested in art as a means of living a life; not as a means of making a living.

Color is only beautiful when it means something.

Art is the giving by each man of his evidence to the world. Those who wish to give, love to give, discover the pleasure of giving. Those who give are tremendously strong.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

Made me wonder whether putting names to time made much of a difference anyway. What did it measure? Not how much life passes. Hell no. Your whole life can pass and be changed in a second or in a century. Don't matter.

True happiness is valuable because, for example, it is a sign of authenticity, and it is a way of knowing you are on purpose.

These things were as the bones of the Universe—facts beyond doubting—if they were not true, nothing anywhere was anything but a dream.

Such flat and distant voices confirm the rhetoric of William Blake: "Grace" is underwritten by constant, speechless suffering, and "culture" begins in the callused hands of exhausted children, weaving robotically in sleep, "going through the motions Ã¢â'¬Â¦ when they were really doing nothing.

In the Somme valley, the back of language broke. It could no longer carry its former meanings. World War I changed the life of words and images in art, radically and forever. It brought our culture into the age of mass-produced, industrialized death. This, at first, was indescribable.

we justify all the time, effort, suffering, and years and years that we devote to something by telling ourselves and others that there must be something worthwhile and important about it or we never would have so much of our lives sunk into it.

The inner meaning of history . . . involves speculation and an attempt to get at the truth, subtle explanation of the causes and origins of existing things, and deep knowledge of the how and why of events. (History,) therefore, is firmly rooted in philosophy. It deserves to be accounted a branch of (philosophy).

But things are not what they seem. The normal Arabic word for "philosophy" was and is falasifa and a "philosopher" is a faylasuf. Plato was a faylasuf and so were Aristotle, Avicenna, Averroes, and al-Farabi. But the word that Rosenthal has translated as "philosophy" in the passage quoted above is hikma, and hikma has a subtly different range of meaning.

If we don't know what we're supposed to be doing, we do lesser things, squandering ourselves on unworthy pursuits and trying to narcotize ourselves from the nagging feeling that life is essentially empty.

Not now, but in the coming years, It may be in the better land, We'll read the meaning of our tears, And there, some time, we'll understand. We'll catch the broken thread again, And finish what we here began; Heav'n will the mysteries explain, And then, ah then, we'll understand. God knows the way, He holds the key, He guides us with unerring hand; Some time with tearless eyes we'll see; Yes, there, up there, we'll understand.

The ultimate philosophical truth is this: Without Christ, all is vanity even when it's easy; with Him, all is well even when it's hard.