Quotes About Meaning

Kaut kur uz š?s plan?tas bija sieviete, varb?t divu so?u att?lum?, varb?t desmitt?kstoš kilometru t?lu, un vien?gais, kam bija k?da noz?me, - lai vi?a var man piezvan?t. Es biju pa??v?gs. Ener?ijas pilns. Man lieks, ka biju diezgan laim?gs šaj? dz?ves posm?, jo ar? tad, ja nebiju kop? ar vi?u, es zin?ju, ka vi?a ir. Tas vien bija necer?ti.

What aspects of the room have meaning for you? Do you have special feelings about a certain chair you prefer or associate with someone you care for, or dislike? (See fig. 13.) Is it something about the relationships between pieces of furniture, crowded or widely spaced, baroque alongside plain, the character of the curtains or the rug? Perhaps the important qualities are more abstract: the color of the light at a certain time of day or the geometry of the windows and doors.

Tell me what's the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn't know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.

I've learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what's unsaid, what's underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

Queste feste sono una fatica5 terribile, se le godono solo i giovani. In quanto a noi, alla nostra età, non c'è più niente che possa portarci consolazione. Servire, servire fino alla morte, ecco quanto ci rimane. E tutto quanto facciamo, è per gli altri.

Oddly then, in our search for meaning, we often assign victims too much blame for their assaults, and offenders too little. Our inconsistencies do not seem to trouble us, but they are truly puzzling. After all, if the offender is not to blame for his behavior, why would the victim be, no matter what she did our didn't do? Our views make sense, however, if you think that we are trying to reassure ourselves that we are not helpless and, that, in any case, no one is out to get us.

If you're fighting and are killed, another takes up the banner and he fights and is killed too, and the next one takes up the flag and dies too. That's the natural sequence of events, for you don't get anything for nothing. But what if there's no one there who wants to take up the flag because no one knows its meaning?

When it came to intellectual property, justice was simple and clear.

Somehow Jack's call for participation on a couple of local biotech hacker forums had gotten reposted to an artists' mailing list, and a bunch of poets showed up to argue with them about the true meaning of anarchy.

the ancient Greek word for adornment, kosmos, means both "decoration" and "world order." (This is, of course, why the words cosmetics and cosmology share an etymological root.)

Where Orientalism is about turning persons into things that can be possessed and dominated, ornamentalism is about a fantasy of turning things into persons through the conduit of racial meaning in order, paradoxically, to allow the human to escape his or her own humanness.

Because all authoritarianisms divide, polarize, and separate people into warring camps, the fight against them requires new coalitions. Together we can make old and misunderstood words like liberalism mean something again;

Together we can make old and misunderstood words like liberalism mean something again; together we can fight back against lies and liars; together we can rethink what democracy should look like in a digital age.

Why?" He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.

But the thoughts were excellent hunters and devoured sleep.

What did you do to Zuulaman ?" "Zuulaman ? That's a word without meaning." "It's a place, as you very well know." Saetan shook his head. "It doesn't exist.

We are debris arrangers. Equipped with what we have inherited, we try to make a life, make a living and make art. We are assemblers. We forge received parts into meaningful compositions. This state of affairs is our plight and our destiny, but it also offers the opportunity to find meaning as well as to find communion with others.

And it is this search for meaning that keeps us from living in fear. The key to a healthy life is not to be alone, to breathe the same air with others, to share the sensation of living through moments together.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It's usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.

Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate...

There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable, about a word that goes silent in transit.

perhaps you know that Ingeborg Bachmann poem from the last years of her life that begins "I lose my screams" dear Antigone, I take it as the task of the translator to forbid that you should ever lose your screams

Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life, it's just catastrophe.