Quotes About Meaning

What is it? she asked. I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you? I'm afraid not, she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. There's too much of the devil in me for that. Just how much devil, I grinned, are we talking about here?

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everythign has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see.

The only kingdom that makes any man a king is the kingdom of his own soul. The only power that has any real meaning is the power to better the world.

The Big Questions only have small answers, and the Big Answers can only be found through small questions.

But wisdom, in one sense, is the opposite of love. Love survives in is precisely because it isn't wise.

Vyras turi susirasti ger? moter?, o kai susiranda - laim?ti jos meil?. Paskui jis turi pelnyti jos pagarb?. Tada puosel?ti pasitik?jim?. O paskui jis turi taip daryti, kol juodu gyvi. Kol abu miršta. Štai kas yra prasm?. Tai svarbiausias dalykas pasaulyje. Štai kas yra vyras, jar. Vyras tampa tikru vyru, kai laimi geros moters meil?, pelno jos pagarb? ir nepraranda jos pasitik?jimo. Kol to nepadarei, nesi vyras.

We should've built a life from the stars and the sea and the sand. And I should've listened to her—she told me almost nothing, but she did give me clues, and I know now that she put signs in her words and expressions that were as clear as the constellations over our heads.

If so much love could vanish into the earth and speak no more, smile no more, then love was nothing.

Still, I didn't want to admit, even to myself, how much his approval meant to me. The play of conflicting emotions—love and suspicion, admiration and resentment—confused me, as it usually did when I thought of Khader Khan, or spent time with him.

Glory belongs to God, of course; that's what the world really means. And you can't serve God with a gun.

Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going?

The only power that has any real meaning is the power to better the world.

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The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end.

If we can't use it to make life better for our families and loved ones, money has no purpose.

The wonder and sustaining solace of it all is that were not alone: we're never alone if we live and we journey onward to new cities, new adventures and new dreams in the search for meaning, and purpose, and love.

Is easy—suffering is hungry, isn't it? Hungry, for anything, means suffering. Not hungry for something, means, not suffering. But everybody knows that.' 'Yes, I guess everybody does. Good night, Prabu.' 'Goodnight, Lin.

If you're not living for something, you're dying for nothing!

Who are we to believe in God?' she said, her lips only lashes from my face. 'It should be enough for anyone that God believes in us.

But survival means more than simply being alive.

His was the definition that stayed with me.

Is easy--suffering is hungry, isn't it? Hungry, for anything, means suffering. Not hungry for something, means, not suffering. But everybody knows that.

Most people spend a good deal of energy denying that one day they will die. The common perception is that time flows forward from birth and ends with a huge question mark at death—a view that makes life meaningless and absurd. But this is a mistake. I believe it was the philosopher Martin Heidegger who asserted that time flows backward from death giving life its meaning. Death clarifies.

The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment.