Quotes About Meaning

People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life.

And it comes to me that the echoes of my own life will likely die away in that way thunder does. But this life, what a shining thing—it is enough.

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life. My

Mr. Vesey, though, he didn't like any kind of talk about heaven. He said that was the coward's way, pining for life in the hereafter, acting like this one didn't mean a thing. I had to side with him on that.

To name is to define and shape reality.

When we adopt this particular ego mask, we invest ourselves in the notion that those who shine the brightest are loved the most. This comes from the distorted idea that meaning and acceptance come from what we do, not who we are. We buy into the widespread notion that "light" emanates from our achievements, not from the divine fire within our soul.

You know, some things don't matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart—now, that matters.

I was gonna say, The problem is they know what matters, but they don't choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.

I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be.

Mr. Vesey, though, he didn't like any kind of talk about heaven. He said that was the coward's way, pining for life in the hereafter, acting like this one didn't mean a thing. I had to side with him on that.

Ana, I don't doubt you should give yourself to motherhood. I only question what it is you're meant to mother. For two days and nights I pondered her words, so vast and inscrutable. For a woman to birth something other than children and then mother it with the same sense of purpose, attention, and care came as an astonishment, even to me.

People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life

I'm left with nothing but this strange beating in my heart that tells me I'm meant to do something in this world.

Such a notion made it virtually impossible to enjoy life! And this, "If God did not exist, man would

Egy embert boldoggá tenni – tudod, ez az, ami számít. Az emberekkel az a legnagyobb baj, hogy… – … hogy nem tudják, mi számít, és mi nem! – Én úgy mondanám, a baj az, hogy tudják, mi számít, és mégsem azt választják.

It occurs to me that perhaps the memories most likely to resonate do not fall happenstance into our lives. They are created.

stopped. Within the stillness, I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be. I felt the longing more solemnly than anything I'd ever felt, even more than my old innate loneliness.

Your vision means what you want it to mean. It will mean what you make it to mean. I stared at her, baffled, perturbed. Why would God send me a vision if it has no meaning other than what I give to it? What if the point of his sending it is to make you search yourself for the answer?

I will not forget what Jesus said to me when I finished my song. He said, 'Each of us must find a way to love the world. You have found yours.

Could we know the ways of God or not? Did he possess an intention for us, his people, as our religion believed, or was it up to us to invent meaning for ourselves? Perhaps nothing was as I'd thought.

It's not meant to be a factual story, but it's still true.

It's not meant to be a factual story, but it's still true.

Your vision means what you want it to mean. It will mean what you make it to mean