Quotes About Meaning

The best way to die is when you're living.

He realized how little he knew of this world, but he knew this: If you could love someone, you possessed a soul.

She was beautiful. That's why her name was April.

A book doesn't live when it's written. It lives when it's read.

You are the one who taught me that love was never what we expected it to be and that it was all we needed. For that, and for a thousand other things, I send my gratitude.

When all was said and done, it was conceivable that a being's purpose remained the same throughout his life, and Eddie's purpose was exactly what it had been when he was a boy, to pursue the light and find what was lost. Page 87

When a person accepted a gift from someone, she was accepting the way the giver felt about her as well, any fool knew that.

unless you allowed them to mean something.

After listening in, Franny had decided that magic was not so very far from science. Both endeavors searched for meaning where there was none, light in the darkness, answers to questions too difficult for mortals to comprehend. Aunt Isabelle knew her niece was there on the stairs taking notes, but said nothing. She had a special fondness for Franny. They were alike in more ways than Franny would care to know.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

What if your brother is dying and you can't stop it. What do you do? ... You help him find something that makes him feel that he still wants to be alive. Only thing to do.

He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles.

What do you have there?" he asked, always interested to discover what a person was reading, for he believed it was possible to see inside a person's soul once you knew which books mattered to them.

Love is a false construct. It's how people convince themselves that life is worth living.

the written conjurations and charms formed by the power of her words were so intense and beautiful they turned silver in the dark and could be read by the light of their meaning alone.

She had a solemn expression as she asked if, in his opinion as a doctor, he had come to the conclusion that all living things had souls. ...... If a soul was formed by meaning and purpose, did not every blade of grass have a soul, for each had a purpose.

When all was said and done, it was conceivable that a being's purpose remained the same throughout his life, and Eddie's purpose was exactly what it had been when he was a boy, to pursue the light and find what was lost.

Are you asking if I would have been better off if I'd never met my wife, or married her, or lost her? I'll tell you this, a day with her was better than a life without her.

Real life is unbelievable. Souls are snatched away from us, flesh and blood turn to dust, people you love betray you, men go to way over nothing. IT's all preposterous. That's why we have novels. To make sense out of things.

Adele," she mouthed. Mary looked up, she couldn't help it, toward the desk where Adele sat, her back to them, her dirty blond hair draped perfectly over her lovely shoulders. "Rita," another girl from the office, "saw them both," Pauline whispered. "At lunch." She

The only choice I make is to write about what interests me in a way that interests me, that gives me pleasure. It may not look like pleasure, because the difficulties can make me morose and distracted, but that's what it is—the pleasure of telling the story I mean to tell as wholly as I can tell it, of finding out in fact what that story is, by working around the different ways of telling it.

Anecdotes don't make good stories. Dig down so far that what finally comes out is not even what you thought it was about.

It must have meant something, though, that at this turn of my life I grabbed up a book. Because it was in books that I would find, for the next few years, my lovers. They were men, not boys. They were self-possessed and sardonic, with a ferocious streak in them, reserves of gloom.

It is for this reason that