Quotes About Meaning

No era un poema. Era un único carácter. Cinco trazos. Sei. Ikiru. Vivir. Sujetando aún el pincel, nos miró a mi padre y a mí: —Por el momento —nos dijo a los dos—. Por ahora.

God is a story," he said. "I believe in stories, and God knows this. Stories are real, my boy. They matter. If you lose your belief in your story, you vill lose yourself.

I felt for the first time that the library belonged here. The house was reclaiming its spirit, and the library, which had stood aloof and apart for so many years, was turning back into what it was always meant to be: the heart of this home.

Confusão možno chápaÃ…Â¥ ako stav neistoty a bezradnosti. Vidíme okolo seba zúriÃ…Â¥ confusão, ale nemôžeme spraviÃ…Â¥ ni?, aby sme ho zastavili. ÄŒo máte nové? Confusão! Každý, kto rozumie významu tohto slova, vie už vtedy vÅ¡etko.

Verdaderamente la vida no está en los extremos. La vida y, por tanto, la realidad del mundo, están en el medio, no en los extremos

En aquel entonces, la literatura parecía serlo todo. En ella se buscaba fuerzas para vivir, señales para enfilar uno u otro camino, una revelación.

Whoever has weapons, has food. Whoever has food, has power. We are here among people who do not contemplate transcendence and the existence of soul, the meaning of life and the nature of being. We are in a world in which man, crawling on the earth, tries to dig a few grains of wheat out of the mud, just to survive another day.

Within every great book there are several others.

Idle and superfluous all day long, all at once they had become visible, needed, and

So what do you talk about?' I asked. One of them replied: 'This and that.' On this basis I could not deduce whether these conversations are interesting or boring, because I do not possess the Egyptological talent that can derive the stormy history of a dynasty from a single hieroglyph

Má»™t v?t ch?ng Ä'âu vào Ä'âu tr? thành Ä'i?u gì Ä'ó quan tr?ng vì chúng ta Ä'ã quy?t ??nh nhÆ° th?. Trí t??ng t??ng c?a chúng ta Ä'ã bôi thÆ¡m và tán dÆ°Æ¡ng nó.

In a word, if happiness has befallen us, its source is not within us, but elsewhere, outside, beyond us and our community, far away, in Others.

The thing is to understand myself: the thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die. That is what I now recognize as the most important thing.

What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content.

This, then, is the ultimate paradox of thought: to want to discover something that thought itself cannot think.

That God lets himself be born and becomes a human being, is no idle whim, something that occurs to him so as to have something to do, perhaps to put a stop to the boredom that has brashly been said to be bound up with being God-it is not to have an adventure. No, the fact that God does this is the seriousness of existence. And the seriousness in this seriousness is, in turn, that each shall have an opinion about it.

Los recuerdos, con el tiempo, se vuelven un precioso tema de conversación y en su alma causará más efecto aquello que conmovió tan profundamente su sentir.

To live in the unconditional, inhaling only the unconditional, is impossible to man; he perishes lioke the fish forced to live in the air. But on the other hand, without relating himself to the unconditional, man cannot in the deepest sense be said to 'live'.

If the sphere of paradox-religion is abolished, or explained away in aesthetics, an Apostle becomes neither more nor less than a genius, and then--good night, Christianity! Esprit and the Spirit, revelation and originality, a call from God and genius, all end by meaning more or less the same thing.

If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the foundation of all there lay only a wildly seething power which writhing with obscure passions produced everything that is great and everything that is insignificant, if a bottomless void never satiated lay hidden beneath all–what then would life be but despair?

When indeed does the temporal suffering oppress a man most terribly? Is it not when it seems to him that it has no significance, that it neither secures nor gains anything for him? Is it not when the suffering, as the impatient man expresses it, is without meaning or purpose?

It is comic that a mentally disordered man picks up any piece of granite and carries it around because he thinks it is money, and in the same way it is comic that Don Juan has 1,003 mistresses, for the number simply indicates that they have no value. Therefore, one should stay within one's means in the use of the word love.

Subjectivity is truth

What I really lack is to be clear in my mind what I am to do, not what I must know…What matters is to find a purpose…to find a truth that is true for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die…This is what my soul thirsts for as the African desert thirsts for water.