Quotes About Meaning

A film is -or should be- more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what's behind the motion, the meaning, all that comes later.

You are deeply and completely loved (Rom. 8:38–39). You are totally and completely forgiven (1 John 2:12). When God sees you, he sees the righteousness of Jesus (2 Cor. 5:21). You mean the whole world to him (John 3:16). He thinks you are beautiful. Right now (Song 4:1). He is committed to your restoration (Rom. 8:29). You are not now, nor have you ever been, alone (Heb.

Åžiir okumak aptalca. Okumak için deÄŸil yazmak için var ÅŸiir.

Your job as actors is to understand the size of what you say, to understand what's beneath the word.

Acting requires a creative and compassionate attitude. It must aim to lift life up to a higher level of meaning and not tear it down or demean it. The actor's search is a generous quest for that larger meaning. That's why acting is never to be done passively.

This may not be much, but it is something. Tomorrow we die; but at least we danced in silver shoes.

Get out of here, Antonia. Now." There was no real force behind the command, as if only a part of him meant it.

He stood there, silently, and listened to her voice, to the lilting brogue which, he suddenly realized, was the sound of home to him.

Why are you here? Her words were a thread of silver in the moonlight. His answer was deep as the deepest shadows. You offered to be my inamorata, remember?

Steel shards, his eyes held hers. Breathless, Patience blinked up at him. His face was hard, a warrior's mask. Waves of anger and aggression lapped about her. When it comes to distraction, he informed her through clenched teeth, nothing in this world could top you. His words were invested with meaning- a meaning she didn't understand.

Stephanie Pedersen

So if you got one friend when you die, then you got something most people never have.

Oh, just some crap about the essential paradox of man: How we refuse to juxtapose the absolute to the relative, and some other some-such about paradox as an ontological definition which expresses the relation between an existing cognitive spirit and eternal truth—You know, bullshit.

A cultura ocidental já não tem qualquer mitologia viável para sustentá-la. Em qualquer cultura, o mito sempre atua com uma realidade maior, mais universal. As pessoas sempre tiveram necessidade de um modelo para servir de guia äs suas vidas coletivas e para dar significado à sua experiência individual.

Our religion, with its beliefs, rituals, and dogmas becomes another segment among all the other segments that constitute our linear and fragmented existence. It offers us another set of possible acquisitions, even more tempting than all the others: a meaning to life, immortality, enlightenment, the kingdom of heaven.

Human beings like us may never have evolved before and may never evolve again in this or any other universe. As far as anyone knows, we are alone in an inconceivably vast cosmos that has no interest at all in our fate. I do not believe that I existed in any meaningful sense before my birth or will exist again after my death either here on earth or in a heaven, a hell, or any other realm.

The point is not to abandon all institutions and dogmas but to find a way to live with them more ironically, to appreciate them for what they are—the play of the human mind in its endless quest for connection and meaning—rather than timeless entities that have to be ruthlessly defended or forcibly imposed.

Aspiration is as much a bodily longing as an intellectual desire; appreciation as much a passion as a preference; conviction as much an intuition as a rational conclusion. Irrespective of the purpose to which we are committed, when such feelings are aroused, life is infused with meaning.

Thinking about paradoxes is the way human understanding advances. I think the Fermi paradox is telling us something very profound about the universe, and our place in it.

death was a termination, an end of existence, and those who had gone were as meaningless as evaporated dew, their very identities lost after a generation.

what is existence but an endless, ultimately futile delaying of the inevitable?

Space is for the cephalopods, Maura. It never was meant for us.

Life is a struggle, and it is the struggle that gives it meaning. The only thing to do was to give one's all, and leave the consequences to fate.7

And he plainly disagreed with the reverence for Wittgenstein's idea that mathematics, like language, was merely a tool, a set of rules or a syntax that had no inherent meaning in itself.