Quotes About Meaning

Per capire, mi sono distrutto. Capire è dimenticare di amare.

Every sound mind believes in God. No sound mind believes in a definite God. There is some being, both real and impossible, who reigns over all things and whose person (if he has one) cannot be defined, and whose purposes (if he has any) cannot be fathomed. By calling this being God we say everything, since the word God – having no precise meaning – affirms him without saying anything.

Son mis Confesiones, y si en ellas nada digo, es que nada tengo que decir.

Uno lee para saber, inútilmente. Otro se divierte para vivir, inútilmente.

Que tens tu que te ligue à vida?

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all aims, objectives and intentions.

La letteratura, come tutta l'arte, è la confessione che la vita non basta.

Pero ¿de verdad vivimos? Vivir sin saber qué es la vida, ¿será vivir?.

Una sola cosa mi meraviglia più della stupidità con cui la maggior parte degli uomini vive la sua vita: l'intelligenza che c'è in questa stupidità.

Despedíos del error infantil de preguntar el sentido de las cosas y las palabras. Nada tiene sentido.

Ever since I was a child, the intrinsic futility of all forms of action has been a cherished touchstone for my detachment from everything, including me.

Fictions of the interlude, covering with color the apathy and idleness of our own disbelief.

Men of action are the involuntary slaves of the men of reason. The worth of things depends on their interpretation. Certain men make things which other men invest with meaning, bringing them to life. To narrate is to create, while to live is merely to be lived.

If only one had not learned from birth onwards, to give certain accepted meanings to everything, but instead was able to see the meaning inherent in each thing rather than that imposed on it from without.

Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos... Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é, Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso, Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama Nem sabe porque ama, nem o que é amar... Amar é a eterna inocência, E a única inocência é não pensar...

Is it truth I want? I'll go back to my novel …

Life for us is whatever we imagine it to be. To the peasant with his one field, that field is everything, it is an empire. To Caesar with his vast empire which still feels cramped, that empire is a field. The poor man has an empire; the great man only a field. The truth is that we possess nothing but our own sensations; it is on them, then, and not what they perceive, that we must base the reality of our life. But all of this is apropos of nothing.

For me, possession is an absurd lake — very large, very dark and rather shallow. It only seems deep because it's full of filth and lies.

everything is absurd.1 man spends his life earning money which he then saves even though he has no children 2 leave it 2. another puts all his efforts into becoming famous so that he'll b remembered once dead, yet he doesn't believe in a survival of the soul that would give him knowledge of that fame. yet another wears himself out looking 4 things he doesn't even like.

V?d absenÅ£a semnificaÅ£iei din toate lucrurile. V?d asta ÅŸi m? iubesc,c?ci a fi un lucru înseamn? a nu semnifica nimic. A fi un lucru înseamn? a nu fi susceptibil de interpretare.

An honest sentence should always have several meanings. Verbs!

If there's no earth in heaven, then let's not bother with heaven. Far better for everything to turn out to be nothing and for this plotless novel to end there.

Nothing of nothing remains. We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly The unbreathable darkness of damp earth Whose weight we'll have to bear— Postponed corpses that procreate. Laws passed, statues seen, odes finished— All have their grave. If we, heaps of flesh Made sanguine by an inner sun, Must set, then why not they? We're tales telling tales, nothing…

Tenho um desejo comigo Que hoje te venho dizer: Queria ser teu amigo Com amizade a valer.