Quotes About Meaning

Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.

Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood. With such a book the impact isn't necessarily obvious at first...but the more you read it and re-read it, and live with it, and travel with it, the more it speaks to you, and the more you realize that you cannot live without that book. It's then that the wisdom hidden inside, the seed, is passed on.

The most precious things in life are not those you get for money. —Albert Einstein

When the question is Why do you want to be happy? the answer is simple and definitive. We pursue happiness because it is in our nature to do so. When the answer to a question is Because it will make me happy, nothing can challenge the validity and finality of the answer. Happiness is the highest on the hierarchy of goals, the end toward which all other ends lead.

not money or prestige, should be regarded as the ultimate currency—the currency by which we take measure of our lives.

Perhaps this is why Muslims insist that no translation of the Qur'an is the Qur'an. The true Qur'an is the whole package, indivisible: the words and their meanings, yes, but also the very sounds, even the look of the lettering when the Qur'an is in written form.

This may be my only chance to see humans before these two are made into fertilizer for Moonwind's rosebushes.

It came to him to wonder, though only for a second, why the mercurial Mercurio kept about him such a symbol of order and changeless.

Hell was Electra, not a punishment of horror, but of pleasure which was horror.

What gives you to suppose I have a soul?

Now I'm making a decision. I choose life. I shall live because there are few people I want to stay with for the longest possible time and because I have duties to discharge. It is not my concern whether or not life has meaning. If I am unable to forgive, then I shall try to forget. I shall live by force and cunning.­

The day here is a something without value, a mere torment suffered by living creatures as they await the night. Night is deliverance.

It's neither and it's both. That's the perfect kind of art. Labels only detract from the artist's intention.

That death isn't death. It's not the end because we aren't just our minds or our bodies. We're far more than just physical beings having a spiritual experience. We're spiritual beings having a temporary physical experience.

What attention would death pay to his pathetic voice? He was powerless without her.

And you will never know what a battle I fought to keep the meaning of my words Solid with the world we were making.

You were overloaded. I said nothing. I said nothing. The stone man made soup. The burning woman drank it.

We were where we we had never been in our lives. Visitors--visiting even ourselves. The bats were part of the sun's machinery, Connected to the machinery of the flowers By the machinery of insects. The bats' meaning Oiled the unfailing logic of the earth. Cosmic requirement--on the wings of a goblin. A rebuke to our flutter of half-participation... Those bats had their eyes open. Unlike us, They knew how, and when, to detach themselves From the love that moves the sun and other stars.

The rag rug That had heaped out onto your lap Slid to the floor. There it lay, coiled Between us. However it came, And wherever it found its tongue, its fang, its meaning, It survived our Eden.

The luminous spirit (maybe he is a crowd of spirits), that takes account of everything and gives everything its meaning, is missing, not missing, just incommunicado. But here and there, it may be, we hear it. It is human of course, but it is also everything that lives.

Anything might have been anything else and had as much meaning to it.

Val: Why do you go out there? Sandra: Because dead people give such good advice. Val: What advice do they give? Sandra: Just one word- live!

The name of a person you love is more than language.

Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.