Quotes About Meaning

I didn't stop to think about how my normal had never been so great in the first place. And I was a mess. I'd been holding my secrets inside for so long, I had lost all sense of perspective. If we can do what we're meant to do, I think we can make them stop.

Not only are there before and after, but there are also beginnings and returns. Not only is there the creation of the humans, formed of corn or clay, with a breath of wind or a god, but there are mythic destinies. Sometimes myth is formed by the body and what happens to it, especially in the realm of pain, depth, and birth. Phantoms of generations past are in our bodies. These explain us to ourselves.

Perhaps it was the word God that was inviting to me, a word I thought I knew too much about. The one who had tortured Job, who had Abraham lift the ax to his son, who, disguised as a whale, had swallowed Jonah. I know now that the name does not refer to any deity, but means simply to call out and pray, to summon.

I think of that word, power, and what it means. It means you feed your people, you help the world. I never understood what else there was to it

It was a gift. The

Alcuni miti sono storie vere che raggiungono un significato mitico perché le persone di cui raccontano sembrano più grandi della vita e sembrano vivere la loro vita più intensamente delle persone comuni.

A myth is a story that is more than true. Many stories are true because one person, somewhere, at some time, lived it. It is based on fact. But a myth is more than true because it is lived by all of us, at some level. It's a story that connects and speaks to us all.

In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, "I don't know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

There are three things that have meaning for life. They are the motivational factors for everything in your life––for anything that you do or any living thing does: The first is survival, the second is social order, and the third is entertainment. Everything in life progresses in that order.

What a useless life I had led. Often enough in hours of normal health I had debated the value of writing books. What did one accomplish by writing, what influence did one exert, what improvements did one effect?

History is the art of giving meaning to the meaningless," said a brilliant German professor (who was later killed by the Nazis).

Satan attempts to twist the meaning and therefore the application of God's Word in the hope that we will misuse his promises for self-preservation

according to Freud, the tie you pick, the ring you wear, the shirt you buy, all say something about you. Nothing is random, everything you do has intent.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

The wise person doesn't ask, "What have I achieved?" but rather, "What have I contributed?"

This so-called contemporary art is not a form, but a philosophy of society.

For an individual as well as for a society, there is a gulf between merely living and living worthily.

What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.

The conception of education as a social process and function has no definite meaning until we define the kind of society we have in mind.

American society will never completely understand the true meaning of equality.

Law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Writing is a noble privilege compared with the lot of most people, who live like parts of a machine, who live only to keep the gears of society pointlessly turning.

Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.