Quotes About Meaning

SOCRATES: That since beautiful is the opposite of ugly, they are two things. GLAUCON: Of course. SOCRATES: And since they are two things, each of them is also one? GLAUCON: That's true too.

Those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for death and dying...

Dieu" est un mot de quatre lettres. Employer un mot ou ne pas l'employer, quelle importance? Il faut VIVRE en Dieu, que l'on prie ou non.

The unexpected connections we make might not last, yet stay with us forever

Living with the immediacy of death helps you sort out your priorities in life. It helps you to live a less trivial life.

life is inherently sacred and must be lived with sacred intensity and purpose

This is why Buddha reminded us in the "Four Reliances": Rely on the message of the teacher, not on his personality; Rely on the meaning, not just on the words; Rely on the real meaning, not on the provisional one; Rely on your wisdom mind, not on your ordinary, judgmental mind.

Researchers have noted a startling range of aftereffects and changes: a reduced fear and deeper acceptance of death; an increased concern for helping others; an enhanced vision of the importance of love; less interest in materialistic pursuits; a growing belief in a spiritual dimension and the spiritual meaning of life; and, of course, a greater openness to belief in the afterlife.

the true meaning of "blessing"—a transformation in which your mind transcends into the state of the absolute.

Si estamos aquí es para encarnar lo trascendente.

the true meaning of Dzogchen: the already self-perfected state of our primordial nature, which needs no "perfecting," for it has always been perfect from the very beginning, just like the sky.

There is a tendency among people within a profession to use or create words whose meanings are clear only to others within their narrow group and obscure to the rest of the world. This tendency in all specializations is a barrier to communication and a support of self-serving secrecy in an "in" group. Writers have an obligation to defend their language against the assaults of jargon.

Any great truth can -- and eventually will -- be expressed as a cliche -- a cliche is a sure and certain way to dilute an idea. For instance, my grandmother used to say, 'The black cat is always the last one off the fence.' I have no idea what she meant, but at one time, it was undoubtedly true.

this day is not real. the crowing of the far-away carillons ring out direction less. even you are un real roasting under a man hattan sky while passersby flap their indecent tongues. even i am un real but i am black and thought to be without meaning. - on seeing Pacifist burn

But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all. —Albert Camus

I thought about people loving dogs and dogs loving people, which, proved--to me, at least--there was more than science in the universal scheme of things. If dogs just scratched, and people just went to work, maybe I'd doubt God. But with love floating around, senseless love abounding, then I don't doubt divine Providence.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

Art speaks to the heart and soul more than to the mind.

I have an unorthodox sense of humor. Charles used to complain about it. I never told him this, but I don't believe in heaven and hell. Oh, I believe in God, but not the God we hear so much about.

When an author took the time and trouble to choose exactly the right words and arrange them in the right order, there was a possibility of genuine communication taking place, the thoughtful writer reaching the thoughtful reader. The opposite of what happened when two people opened their mouths and simply let their half-formed, incoherent thoughts spill out.

The world was a merciless place. Hard and cruel. Except when you found someone to trust and love. Life, however fleeting, possessed meaning then.

Ironic. I'm here because of my inherent dangerousness, but it's my inherent politeness that makes me put up with this. With him.

Hope is all there is. All we have. And love. Or what's the point of any of it?

How can that be? A great sin – a mortal sin – for which I must die and go to hell – but it made me free! One moment I was free! How is that, Father? [...] And that other sin – that other sin – that sin of love – That's all I ever knew of Heaven – heaven on earth! How can that be – a sin – a mortal sin – all I know of heaven?