Quotes About Meaning

He had rid himself so fiercely of memory, language, the capacity to find meaning that it seemed obvious the hatred he had for himself, for his own skin, for his moods, for his thoughts and words, for the brutal corner of the world that had enveloped him.

No, words rarely go to the right place, and if they do, it's only for a very brief time. Otherwise they're useful for speaking nonsense, as now. Or for pretending that everything is under control." "Pretending? You who have always kept everything under control, you were pretending?" "Why not? It's unavoidable to pretend a little.

The whole future–I thought–will be that way, life lives together with the damp odor of the land of the dead, attention with inattention, passionate leaps of the heart along with abrupt losses of meaning. But it won't be worse that the past.

Le parole vanno raramente al posto giusto, e solo per un tempo brevissimo. Per il resto servono a parlare a vanvera, come adesso. O a fingere che sia tutto sotto controllo.

You know," I said one day, smiling, "that you've given her the name of my doll?" "What doll?" "Tina, you don't remember?" She touched her forehead as if she had a headache, and said: "It's true, but I didn't do it on purpose." "She was a beautiful doll—I was attached to her." "My daughter is more beautiful.

things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's

Life without seeing and without speaking, without speaking and listening, life without a covering, with a container is shapeless

She was suggesting that I separate also from my third child. She seemed to be saying: Imma would be better off and so would you. I replied: If Imma leaves me, too, my life will no longer have meaning. But she smiled: Where is it written that lives should have meaning?

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to

se sentiu humilhada por ter passado a vida atribuindo um poder a coisas que, nas hierarquias ordinárias, contavam muito pouco: o alfabeto, a escrita, os livros.

Maybe I should tell her that things without meaning are the most beautiful ones. It's a good sentence, she'll like it.

Ã…Ëœíct znamená spoutat ztracené ?asy a prostory.

dass es auf der Welt überhaupt nichts zu gewinnen gab, dass ihr Leben genauso wie meines voller außergewöhnlicher und unsinniger Abenteuer war und dass die Zeit ganz einfach ohne jeden Sinn verrann und es nur schön war, sich hin und wieder zu sehen, um den verrückten Klang des Gehirns der einen als Echo im verrückten Klang des Gehirns der anderen zu hören.

words rarely go to the right place, and if they do, it's only for a very brief time.

un buen relato es el que se escribe desde el fondo de nuestra vida

How and when words escape from books and the books end up seeming like empty graves is something to think about.

Where is it written that lives should have a meaning? So she began to disparage all that struggle of mine to write. She said mockingly: Is the meaning that line of black markings that look like insect shit?

Il futuro - pensai - sarà tutto così, la vita viva insieme all'odore umido della terra dei morti, l'attenzione insieme alla disattenzione, i balzi entusiastici del cuore insieme ai bruschi cali di significato. Ma non sarà peggio del passato.

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.

Things without meaning are the most beautiful ones.

Who cares about love? Jim replied. That's the easy part. It's only the first part. We were in life together, Alice. We were in life! And if we aren't together now, then we weren't together then? Do you understand?

Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.

People's fates are simplified by their names.

The act of naming is the great and solemn consolation of mankind