Quotes About Meaning

Sometimes you say a word so many times that it loses its meaning...

Well, I don't think she does have pleasure, it is just a bad habit

One glance he gave, one little smile at parting—it was but for a moment; but therein I read, or thought I read, a meaning that kindled in my heart a brighter flame of hope than had ever yet arisen.

One glance he gave, one little smile at parting--it was but for a moment;but therein I read, a meaning that kindled in my heart a brighter flame of hope than had ever yet arisen.

There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.

There are long stretches of time when I don't know what I am doing, or what I have done - nothing mostly, but sometimes it would be nice to know what kind of nothing that was...

The shells] do not have the meaning they once did, but, as Swann said in Remembrance of Things Past, even when one is no longer attached to things, it's still something to have been attached to them. (22)

We know fewer words, and the ones we know are less beautiful. The words we've lost tend to be connotative, and the ones we've gained tend to be denotative. I've never seen modem used in a poem.

I need to have something besides a husband and children to devote myself to! I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!

We all live, but we don't know the why or the wherefore. We all live with the object of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.

I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death! And that's why I'm so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that's inside me!

del alma», lo más probable es que a nadie le interese. He llegado

We're all alive, but we don't know why or what for; we are all searching for happiness; we are leading lives that are different and yet the same

Ordinarily people don't know how much books can mean to someone whose cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wirelessly.

Ordinarily people don't know how much books can mean to someone whose cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wireless.

I seriously doubt whether anyone will be interested in this dribble

We're all alive, but we don't know why or what for; we're all searching for happiness; we're all leading lives that are different and yet the same.

En wat heeft het voor zin van het Achterhuis een melancholiek Achterhuis te maken?

Life is like a recycling center, where all the concerns and dramas of humankind get recycled back and forth across the universe. But what you have to offer is your own sensibility, maybe your own sense of humor or insider pathos or meaning. All of us can sing the same song, and there will still be four billion different renditions.

But you are not your bank account, or your ambition. You're not the cold clay lump you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometimes, you are free. You're here to love, and be loved, freely. If you find out next week that you are terminally ill - and we're all terminally ill on this bus - what will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved them.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

We stitch together quilts of meaning to keep us warm and safe, with whatever patches of beauty and utility we have on hand.

The great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote, "I slept and dreamt that life was joy. / I awoke and saw that life was service. / I acted and behold, service was joy.

There's no point in writing hopeless novels. We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.