Quotes About Meaning

It is plain that you move through the world by means of questions." "Yes," I said. "I do move through the world by means of questions and too often I've asked those questions in utter silence, or long centuries ago of people who gave me answers that were fragments which I had to piece together as though they were bits of old papyri. I hunger for knowledge. I hunger for what you mean to say to me.

Explain to me, that is, if there is time left before all the light I shall ever know winks out on me, and the Earth devours that incarnate jewel you found wanting.

the mind can find no meaning, then the senses give it. Live for this, wretched being that you are.

Mona wasn't innocent, except in the most serious sense of the word. That is, she didn't think she was bad, and she didn't mean to do bad. She was just sort of a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ pagan

And I would see her sweet and palpable before me, a shimmering, precious creature soon to grow old, soon to die, soon to lose these moments that in their intangibility promised to us, wrongly Ã¢â'¬Â¦ wrongly, an immortality. As if it were our very birthright, which we could not come to grasp the meaning of until this time of middle life when we looked on only as many years ahead as already lay behind us. When every moment, every moment must be first known and then savored.

I don't know that I have all the answers," I said. "But I have a story to tell.

Why did it appear to me? What in it made my soul sing?

For him, Egypt was a phase. But for me, a life.

And you did get into the coffin?" "I had no choice. I begged Lestat to let me stay in the closet, but he laughed, astonished. 'Don't you know what you are?' he asked.

When I spoke of my vote, I was speaking of a symbolic voice rather than a literal one.

I can't tell you exactly," said the vampire. "I can tell you about it, enclose it with words that will make the value of it to me evident to you. But I can't tell you exactly, any more than I could tell you exactly

beauty meant nothing because it came from the despair inside him, and it had nothing to do with the despair finally, because the despair wasn't beautiful, and beauty then was a horrid irony?

Qué significa morir cuando puedes vivir hasta el fin del mundo?

That's not true. Because if God doesn't exist we are the creatures of highest consciousness in the universe. We alone understand the passage of time and the value of every minute

Pero nada podría darme aquella libertad, nada. Las libertades que me daba ella no significaban nada para mí; su poder no era, en definitiva, sino un grado más del que todos poseíamos. Y lo que poseen todos nunca ha facilitado la contienda; más bien la ha convertido en una agonía, por más que se gane o se pierda.

The code and the message are not the same. And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?

All the old poetry makes sense when you look at one whom you have loved.

But it has occurred to me, on occasion, that our memories of our loved ones might not be the point. Maybe the point is their memories—all that they take away with them.

I used to toy with the notion that when we die we find out what our lives have amounted to, finally. I'd never imagined that we could find that out when somebody else dies.

During all the months when she had been absent, there were so many things I have saved up to tell her, so many bits of news about the house and the neighborhood and friends and work and family, but now they seemed inconsequential. Puny. Move far enough away from an event ans it sort of levels out, so to speak - settles into the general landscape.

Cody cut into a huge wedge of pie and gave some thought to food--to its inexplicable, loaded meaning in other people's lives. Couldn't you classify a person, he wondered, purely by examining his attitude toward food?

He'd been meaning to buy a cat anyhow, he said. (But notice how he'd used the word buy, apparently unaware that true animal lovers would not be caught dead in a pet shop.)

But what I hope for in a book - either one that I write or one that I read - is transparency. I want the story to shine through. I don't want to think of the writer.

He began to see the situation from another angle. An assignment had been given him. Someone's life, a small set of lives had been placed in the palm of his hand. Maybe he would never have any more purpose than this: to accept the assignment gracefully, lovingly, and do the best he could with it.