Quotes About Meaning

Se non fosse stato per quella sofferenza che non avrebbe avuto nulla di pudibondo per chi non fosse stata ammalata anche di pudibondia, e se non fosse stato per la perdita delle lettere, a Fernanda non sarebbe importata la pioggia, perché in fin dei conti tutta la vita era stata per lei come se stesse piovendo.

Someone asked me if I really believed there was life after death. I replied: Do you really believe there is any life before death?

Art is the sole means of grace in our fallen state.

A typewriter is a means of transcribing thought, not expressing it.

Jack Paar mentioned that he once had said to a young friend, "Why do you kids use 'cool' to mean 'hot'?" The friend replied, "Because you folks used up the word 'hot' before we came along.

Your] search for meaning in the world... can only really be fulfilled by the greater purpose that has sent [you] here in the first place.

Jesus came to be the light for the world, and then there's the Christmas star and the idea of letting your light shine...But not blinding your neighbor with it.

L'única resposta contra la mort és una vocació implacable per ser feliç. La única respuesta contra la muerte es una vocación implacable por ser feliz.

Maud (like my mother) thought food did a lot more than just fill you up.

My depression points to my not knowing how to lose - I have perhaps been unable to find a valid compensation for the loss. It follows that any loss entails the loss of my being - and of Being itself. The depressed person is a radical, sullen atheist.

Fully occupied by the process of achieving innumerable goals, we lose the ability to determine which goals really matter, and why.

Fiction is the only way to redeem the formlessness of life

So in his own way Guy Clinch confronted the central question of his time, a question you saw being asked and answered everywhere you looked, in every headline and haircut: if, at any moment, nothing might matter, then who said that nothing didn't matter already?

Points of a journey do not matter when the journey has no destination, only an end.

As so often when Mr Rhodes gets grateful and reverent, you have to read the sentence twice, even though you didn't want to read it once.

And what was astrology? Astrology was the consecration of the homocentric universe. Astrology went further than saying that the stars were all about us. Astrology said that the stars were all about me.

Black holes mean oblivion. Mean death. And Hawking has been staring at death all his adult life. Hawking could see.

Demi's linguistic quirk is essentially and definingly female. It just is. Drawing in breath to denounce this proposition, women will often come out with something like, Up you! or Ballshit! For I am referring to Demi's use of the conflated or mangled catchphrase--Demi's speech-bargains: she wanted two for the price of one. The result was expressive, and you usually knew what she meant, given the context.

Death is an artist, not an intellectual.

Aged seventy-three, he had just finished a book on the King's English; and now English was a language the King no longer had. His fate was a brutal reminder. We are all of us held together by words; and when words go, nothing much remains.

I am only interested in art that is in some way concerned with truth. I could not care less whether it is abstract or what form it takes.' …

Die Sprache ist das Haus des Seins.

Dasein itself--and this means also its Being-in-the-world--gets its ontological understanding of itself in the first instance from those entities which it itself is not but which it encounters 'within' its world, and from the Being which they possess.

Language is the house of Being.