Quotes About Meaning

Because he believed in himself, he believed what he did was important. Or maybe it was the other way around.

Read the book of life or a life in a book: it's all epigraphs and anagrams.

In every cell in every body in every living thing, strings of words make sentences, meanings locked together

Wouldn't a no one do as well as a someone about whom nothing can be said?

He's a typical existentialist. And that's a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.

I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.

Their eyes met, and in those few silent moments, he told her everything. He told her that she was the most astonishing thing he had ever encountered. He told her that she haunted his waking hours, and that every feeling, every experience he had in his life up to that point was flat and unimportant to the enormity of this. He told her he loved her.

With that kiss, I tried to tell him the enormity of what he meant to me. I tried to show him that he was the answer to a question I hadn't even known I had been asking. I tried to thank him for wanting me to be me, more than he wanted to make me stay.

How could I convey the way those short months had changed the way I felt about everything? The way he had skewed my world so totally that is made no sense without him

Do you know what my name is, converted to binary code?" He looked at her. "Is Tanzie your full name?" "No. But it's the one I use." He blew out his cheeks. "Um. Okay. 01010100 01100001 01101110 01111010 01101001 01100101." "Did you say 1010 at the end? Or 0101?" "1010. Duh.

I think about your sister a lot. I think about Will too. When people we love die young it's a nudge, reminding us that we shouldn't take any of it for granted, that we have a duty to make the most of what we have. I feel like I finally get that.

there's a whole lot more to life than winning.

I tried to show him that he was the answer to a question I hadn't even known I had been asking.

I thought I was happy. I thought my life was fine. And then you came along, and nothing . . . nothing makes sense anymore.

Vicariously,'" she said slowly. "You'll have to tell me what that means, Anthony." The way she said his name induced a kind of intimacy. It promised something, a repetition in some future time. "It means"—Anthony's mouth had dried—"it means pleasure gained through the pleasure of someone else.

What am I meant to do with what's left?

Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.

How does one lift one's own life out of the mundane and into something epic? Surely one should be brave enough to love?

My voice cut into the silence. The words hung there, searing themselves on the little room long after the sound had died away.

my phone, strolled downstairs for too-strong hospital

Sabes algo, Clark? Eres lo único que hace que me levante por las mañanas".

But I'm not an automaton. I'm human and I have a life, and just for a short while I had responsibilities that meant I couldn't be the employee you—or I—would have liked.