Quotes About Meaning

When we analyse the picture into a large number of particles of paint, we lose the aesthetic significance of the picture. The particles of paint go into the scientific inventory, and it is claimed that everything that there really was in the picture is kept. But this way of keeping a thing may be much the same as losing it. The essence of a picture (as distinct from the paint) is arrangement.

The actuality of Nature is like the beauty of Nature. We can scarcely describe the beauty of a landscape as non-existent when there is no conscious being to witness it; but it is through consciousness that we can attribute a meaning to it. And so it is with the actuality of the world. If actuality means 'known to mind' then it is a purely subjective character of the world; to make it objective we must substitute 'knowable to mind'.

Poetry has a crucial role to play in our lives, society, and the world. It helps us slow down, hear clearly, see deeply, and envision what matters most in our lives."—Arthur Sze

God, it would seem, did not communicate to His people an explicit and systematic form of doctrine; instead, He instructed them, mainly, through His providential dealings and by means of types and symbols. Once this is clearly grasped by us it gives new interest to the Old Testament scriptures.

The Greek word for "figure" in this verse means "type," and in the scriptural sense of that term a type consists of something more than a casual resemblance between two things or an incidental parallel. There is a designed likeness, the one being divinely intended to show forth the other.

Samobójcy doszli wspólnie do wniosku, ?e chocia? ?mier? jest w ?yciu najwa?niejsz? spraw?, to w ko?cu nie jest ona a? tak bardzo wa?na.

Oberst Kemppainen ble aldeles rørt og erkjente at først nå hadde han fått en real og fortrolig venn. Han var ikke lenger alene, slik han hadde vært i går. – Jeg skal ikke gå så langt som å påstå at det er snakk om ny livslyst ... slett ikke. Men vi kunne da finne på noe. Vi er tross alt i live.

Nos hacemos fotos, no con el objeto de recordar, sino para completarlas después con el resto de nuestras vidas. Por eso hay fotos que aciertan y fotos que no. Imágenes que el tiempo pone en su lugar, atribuyendo a unas su auténtico significado, y negando otras que se apagan solas, igual que si los colores se borraran con el tiempo.

Si me dieran la inmortalidad absoluta a cambio de un día de Purgatorio, rechazaría el trato. Qué pereza, luego, todo el tiempo tocando el arpa en una nube, vestido con un ridículo camisón blanco... Lo mejor es dejar de existir.

Life is written in each thing and each word

originalmente, bárbaro no significa salvaje, sino extranjero)

You can make a text mean anything, especially if it's old and full of ambiguities.

Lo que dices es hábil pero es un juego de palabras. ?¿Conoces tú algo que no sea un juego de palabras?

No cosmic purpose is served by our suffering or that of those dear to us—just as no cosmic purpose is served by our being born or by our dying; and that for the simple reason that there is no 'cosmic purpose'.

And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside.

Even as the skillful activity of unbearable compassion unfolds without hindrance, may at the same time the meaning of its empty essence nakedly shine forth. Inseparable from this supreme unerring path of union may we meditate at all times, day and night.

Love. It is a word that means nothing and everything at the same time.

Revealing aspects of the mystery of being human is life's inexhaustible research. Through the adventures of art, we find the meaning of our lives.

How would you start to write a poem? How would you put together a series of words for its first line—how would you know which words to choose? When you read a poem, every word seemed so perfect that it had to have been predestined—well, a good poem.

He had loved her without question and he had loved her without pause; she was certain of that. He had thought the best of her always; he'd brought her the one life sh'd wanted. Who would she be now, she wondered, without him? Who was Elsie Gormley if Clem Gormley's idea of her was no longer alive?

The Good Book" - one of the most remarkable euphemisms ever coined.

The Good Book" - one of the most remarkable euphemisms ever coined.

I'm not quite sure what freedom is, but I damn know well what it ain't. How have we gotten so silly, I wonder. I get back off into Baldwin. I don't give a damn if Sag Harbor sags into oblivion. Me and James Baldwin are communicating. His fiction is more real than this reality.

small things comes in big packages.*