Quotes About Meaning

Before Ellen could ask what she meant, she was striding off again.

There is no mythical creatures just creatures man ran in to hiding.

How about," Jane suggested, "some dumb question as to what a refinery does?" "Good idea," fired back Col. "What does a refinery do?" Connie asked. Anneena and Col groaned.

Because that's what you do when something terrible happens. You go over and over every little thing, looking for clues, trying to find a pattern and a way to make sense out of the muddle and hurt.

Within depression, if my existence is on the verge of collapsing, its lack of meaning is not tragic--it appears obvious to me, glaring and inescapable.

In his last days on this earth, he'd wanted to know if this was all there was.

resulta imposible admitir que la nación que hizo la Revolución sea capaz de dejarse llevar por los más bajos instintos, como si la Revolución no hubiera dejado también sueltos esos bajos instintos

Joven, no se impaciente, la vida de las personas tiene sentido si se explica en su contexto, de lo contrario es difícil que usted entienda nada.

I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.

Why do you joke about such things?" she snapped. He let his gaze land rather intently on hers. "When the alternative is despair, I generally prefer humor. Even if it is of the gallows variety.

A person should read a book because it speaks to something in his heart.

What is this 'baronet'?" the prince asked. "Endlessly in between," Harry replied with a sigh. "A bit like purgatory, really.

What do you feel?" he asked. "Everything!" she said, laughing. "What do you hear?" "The music." Her eyes widened with excitement. "I hear the music as I've never heard it before." His hands tightened, and the space between them diminished by several inches. "What do you see?" he asked. Sophie stumbled, but she never took her eyes off his. "My soul," she whispered. "I see my very soul.

And could it even really be called a kiss? It had been very, very short. And did it mean anything if the kisser (him) had been feeling terribly grateful to the kissee (her) and possibly even indebted, in the most elemental of ways? She'd saved his life, after all. A kiss was not entirely out of order. Plus, he had said, "Forgive me." Did it count as a kiss if the kisser had asked for forgiveness? Honoria thought not.

He wasn't certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn't happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning. -Benedict's thoughts about Sophie

I shall freckle." "That doesn't bother me," he said with a shrug. "It bothers me!" "Don't worry. They'll be on your own face, so you won't have to see them." Ellie gaped at him, astounded by his illogic.

I must protest." "To whom?" That seemed to flummox him. "I don't know," he finally said. "But a protest must be lodged nonetheless." "I don't think the dog meant to shoot him," Iris demurred. "You mean the author does not make the canine's motivations clear?" Iris assumed a scrupulously even expression. "Even she lacks such talent.

Una persona debería leer un libro porque este provoca algo en su corazón.

How love feels," he clarified. "Do you think it could possibly be different for different people? If you loved someone, truly and deeply, wouldn't it feel like…like everything?

Did words have meaning if they were never heard?

Did it matter what a man wrote if no one ever read it? Did words have meaning if they were never heard?

Where is he?" Violet demanded without preamble. "My husband, I presume?" "No, your great-uncle Edmund," Violet practically snapped. "Of course I mean your husband.

How many great mysteries are there in life, really?" No one answered, so Colin guessed, "Forty-two?

He wasn't certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger, and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn't happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning.