Quotes About Meaning

What were the living dead, Wolgast thought, but a metaphor for the misbegotten march of middle age?

They say that the moment your life appears before your eyes will be your last, but I'm here to say that it's not so very different when you kiss a woman like Kate, whoever your Kate may be.

His father had always said, Son, the most important thing in life is to make a contribution. Who would have thought Kittridge's contribution would be video-blogging from the front lines of the apocalypse?

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust.

No, there was no such thing as a good death.

Why do certain arbitrary images stay with us, branded upon the walls of memory, while others sink forever into time's abyss?

We're just people. I don't know what's up that mountain, but I do know that much. We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

and the thought came to me then that who we are to one another isn't so easy to categorize after all: that fathers can be sons, and lovers friends, and daughters mothers, and that such words as these tell only half the story, maybe not even half.

The kiss. In the long hours on the catwalk, standing Mercy for Theo. Peter's mind had returned to it again and again, to the puzzle of its meaning, the kind of kiss it was. ....and it wasn't until he'd come into the Infirmary and seen her lying there that he understood what it was: a promise. A promise as clear as words from a girl who hadn't any. A kiss that said: I'll find you.

The world was not the world; it was an expression of a deeper reality, as the paint on the canvas was an expression of the artist's thoughts.

It's children, he thought, that give us our lives; without them we are nothing, we are here and then gone, like the dust. A

El mundo es real y tú formas parte de él, una parte fugaz, pero una parte al fin y al cabo, y si tienes suerte, y tal vez incluso si no la tienes, los actos que realizas por amor serán recordados.

That should sober him up" "Actually, he hasn't started drinking yet

Death is death. Whether you die smiling or with tears in your eyes, it amounts to the same thing. A whole heap of nothing

physical beauty was temporary. A vessel without soul. I didn't want to be a vessel anymore.

What was so miraculous about a relationship that was based more on my gratitude than on mutual self respect?

History is not the pure past; history is a past interpreted from the present of the historian.

Life is a cracked surface at best. Fiction is a nice edifice. / every word/sentence/paragraph gives a writer an opportunity to reinforce or deliberately crack the edifice by screwing with meaning, structure, grammar, the fourth wall, etc. / different types and degrees of cracking produce different arrangements of order and chaos.

The lordship of Christ is basic to our defense of Christianity. Christ now reigns. He is Lord. All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to him. That authority is the prerequisite to the command to make disciples. Without that authority, baptism and disciple making in and for the church are meaningless.

What you get out of a poem becomes what you're supposed to get out of it by the very act of getting it out.

One person's data is another person's noise.

The thing about me that seems to puzzle people the most - people who know me, who believe what i tell them - is that I can write the most profound things without actually meaning them. I can persuade people of things I don't believe myself,or (more usually) simply don't care about

It's about keeping the peace," said Rasso from the livery. His choice of words made Marzo want to smile. Rasso had borrowed the phrase from him and, like any man in the colony who borrowed anything, he seemed determined to use it till it fell apart before he was called on to give it back.

What will you do with your self? Many men and women are still in darkness, trying to figure out the meaning and purpose of life. But no matter what you try to do with your self— whether you deny it, obliterate it, annihilate it, accept it or express it—believe me, it is still alive and kicking.