Quotes About Meaning

Todas las calaveras tienen una cara de risa que no viene a cuento

Vi que las frases salían de su boca como pompas de las que las palabras eran sólo el revestimiento externo que, al deshacerse en sonido, dejaban al descubierto un volumen etéreo: el significado.

Si ahora están en silencio, si ahora en ese silencio están interrogándose, si no quiebran ese silencio en el que están interrogandose con una sonrisa muda, es porque nada los retiene allí salvo eso, salvo estar sencillamente el uno frente al otro, dejando pasar el tiempo sin más objeto que tenerse cerca, y eso es lo bello de estar en silencio interrogándose

Porque la clave está en que las cosas sucedan sin palabras, en que sean en silencio.

I love your letters. How far is that from saying I love you? Well--about a mile. Two miles.

The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase 'to live like men.

What is the essence of the art of writing? Part One: Have something to say. Part Two: Say it well.

Vanity, vanity, nothing but vanity: the itch for naming things is almost as bad as the itch for possessing things.

We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.

One no longer searches for any ulterior significance in all this; as in the finest music, the meaning is in the music itself, not in anything beyond it. All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.

If God meant this here bulldozer to live He wouldn't of filled its tank with diesel fuel.

With an intelligence too fine to be violated by ideas, she had learned that she was searching not for self-transformation (she liked herself) but for something good to do.

I like the name. Tukuhnikivats—in the language of the Utes "where the sun lingers.

Plainly, she is not coming back. I can tell by the pattern of the cracks in the plaster. There's a code there, a message. Like the secret message in the final bars of Shostakovich's fifteenth and last symphony. Faint cryptic signals, like the clicking of a telegraph key, against the remote and sustained monotone of the violins—a song from outer space. What was he trying to tell us?

I find relatively little relationship between the work of art and the immediate critical response it gets.

Lady, you can't fuck a metaphor.

As you learn more, the fundamentals become at once simpler but also subtler, deeper, more nuanced, and more meaningful.

Sadly, many people spend their entire lives focusing on the wrong questions. They may pursue money, when they really want happiness. They may pursue the respect of people whose favor is really not worthy of being sought.

Sadly, many people spend their entire lives focusing on the wrong questions. They may pursue money, when they really want happiness. They may pursue the respect of people whose favor is really not worthy of being sought. So before you succumb to the temptation to immediately spring to work on the answer, always stop and first ask, "What's the real question here?" Often the question that seems obvious may not be the question that leads to effective action.

I think drama has to push things to extremes so that we can understand what we are doing in our society.

What is a life? That is what we were left with: stories. They were our clothes.

But SACRIFICE does not mean 'death' at all. It means MAKING HOLY

One should therefore not rely on mere words, but everywhere search for the intention behind them. (121)