Quotes About Meaning

In this chthonian world the only thing of importance is orthography and punctuation. It doesn't matter what the nature of the calamity is, only whether it is spelled right.

No man ever puts down what he intended to say... words... are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.

In the four hundred years since the last devouring soul appeared; the last man to know the meaning of ecstasy, there has been a constant and steady decline of man in art, in thought, in action. The world is pooped out: there isn't a dry fart left.

Acts are demanded, suicidal acts perhaps, but acts fraught with meaning.

The Buddhas and the Christs are born complete. They neither seek love nor give love, because they are love itself. But we who are born again and again must discover the meaning of love, must learn to live love as the flower lives beauty. How wonderful, if only you can believe it, act on it! Only the fool, the absolute fool, is capable of it. He alone is free to plumb the depths and scour the heavens. His innocence preserves him. He asks no protection.

Even as a child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die: I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence which I had not asked for.

La gente cree que el vacío es la nada, pero no lo es. El vacío es una plenitud discordante, un mundo atestado de fantasmas en que el alma se hace un reconocimiento.

Mientras falte esa chispa de pasión, la actuación carecerá de significado humano.

I would say that the "masterpiece" was the creative act itself and not a particular work which happened to please a large audience and be accepted as the very body of Christ.

This keeping oneself alive, out of a blind urge to defeat death, is in itself a means of sowing death. Every one who has not fully accepted life, who is not incrementing life, is helping to fill the world with death.

I might say, in passing, that my life seems to have been one long search for the Mara who would devour all the others and give them significant reality.

Hay ocasiones en que tienes que romper con tus amigos para entender el significado de la amistad.

Men will sacrifice their lives to bring about a better world—whatever that may mean—but they will not budge an inch to attain paradise. Nor will they struggle to create a bit of paradise in the hell they find themselves.

I have found God, but he is insufficient. I am only spiritually dead. Physically I am alive. Morally I am free.

Perhaps you can visualize him saying a thing like that! Myself it's not clear what his idea of me was, or at any rate, it's clear that I was just pure idea, an idea that kept itself alive without food.

with the result that somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.

Consideraba que la continuación de una existencia que no había pedido no iba a probar, verificar, añadir, ni substraer nada.

until the heart bursts and there is nothing left but a blinding, scorching light, the radiant light that carries off the fecundated seeds of the stars. The story of art which roots lie in massacre.

Grover fue el único ser auténticamente alegre que conocí en mi vida y, en consecuencia, esto es un pequeño monumento que estoy erigiendo en su memoria, en memoria de esa certidumbre alegre. Es una lástima que tuviera que usar a Cristo de muleta, pero es que, ¿qué importa como se llegue a la verdad, con tal de que la captemos y vivamos gracias a ella?.

La gente cree que el vacío es la nada, pero no lo es. El vacío es una plenitud discordante, un mundo atestado de fantasmas en que el alma hace un reconocimiento.

Many people go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

But how have I failed so wretchedly, he asked, in all the purpose of my life? What could I have done better? What is it that counts here?

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.

Life is real, life is earnest, and the grave is not its goal.