Quotes About Meaning

Si no tuviéramos alma, la música nos la hubiera creado

Pentru om, viaÈ›a nu e un absolut. De aceea, niciun om, întrucât nu e numai animal, nu g?seÈ™te o mulÈ›umire în faptul însuÈ™i al vieÈ›ii, în faptul de a tr?i. Pentru animal, viaÈ›a e totul; pentru om, ea este un semn de întrebare.

Dintre filosofi nu sunt interesanÈ›i decât cei care nemaiavând ce gândi s-au apucat s? caute fericirea.

Elän ainoastaan siksi, että minun vallassani on kuolla silloin kun se minusta hyvältä tuntuu: ilman itsemurha- ajatusta olisin tappanut itseni aikoja sitten.

Un popor este pierdut când nu mai poate z?misli zei, când È™i-i caut? în alt? parte.

Shakespeare si Dostoievski îÈ›i las? în suflet un regret chinuitor: acela de a nu fi sfânt sau criminal. Cele dou? forme ale autodistrugerii

Sólo la percepción del vacío permite triunfar sobre la muerte, pues, si todo carece de realidad, ¿por qué habría de tenerla la muerte?

To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent to live, the unbeliever and the man of faith are fundamentally the same, since both have made the only decision that defines a being.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

Profundamente, cada passo na vida é um passo na morte e a lembrança disto, um chamado do Nada. Despido do sentido metafísico, o homem ordinário não tem consciência de uma entrada progressiva na morte, ainda que ele não escape mais do que os outros a este destino inexorável.

If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?

The problem of responsibility would have a meaning only if we had been consulted before our birth and had consented to be precisely who we are.

Everything that can be classified is perishable. Only what is susceptible to several interpretations endures.

When I happen to be busy, I never give a moment's thought to the "meaning" of anything, particularly of whatever it is I am doing. A proof that the secret of everything is in action and not in abstention, that fatal cause of consciousness.

And this nothing, this everything, cannot give life a meaning, but it nonetheless makes life persevere in what it is: a state of non-suicide.

I abuse the word God; I use it often, too often. I employ it each time I touch an extremity and need a word to designate what comes after. I prefer God to the Inconceivable.

We know, we feel that everything has been said, that there is nothing left to say. But we feel less that this truth affords language a strange, even unsettling status which redeems it. Words are ultimately saved because they have ceased living.

Secondo me l'atto di scrivere è proprio questo, dico sul serio: un atto di immensa solitudine. Lo scrittore non ha senso se non in queste condizioni. Quello che fai dopo è prostituzione. Ma non appena accetti di esistere, devi accettare la prostituzione. Per me chiunque non si suicidi è in qualche modo uno che si prostituisce.

We cannot do without the notion of progress, yet it does not deserve our attention. It is like the 'meaning' of life. Life must have one. But is there any which does not turn out, upon examination, to be ludicrous?

Lumea nu este o justificare a lui Dumnezeu, istoria îns?, este una a omului.

The abundance of solutions to the aspects of existence is equalled only by their futility.

What is the point of what we say? Is there any meaning to this series of propositions which constitutes our talk? And do these propositions, taken one by one, have any object? We can talk only if we set aside this question, or if we raise it as infrequently as possible.

It may very well be tht man's sole purpose is none other than to think of god. If we could either love him or ignore him we would be saved.

If we do not regard ourselves as entrusted with a mission, existence is difficult; action, impossible.