Quotes About Significance

Words are not the things they name. Saussere says they take distinctive meaning by contrast with other words. A square is a square because it's not a triangle, not a circle.

He claimed that a man's life should be valued according to the value of the things to which he gave his attention.

Remember: Matter. How tiny your share of it. Time. How brief and fleeting your allotment of it. Fate. How small a role you play in it.

Cast aside all that is extraneous and superfluous, and cling to the few things that really matter.

In this infinity then what is the difference between him who lives three days and him who lives three generations? Always

everyone is worth just so much as those things are worth in which he is interested.

Moreover, the traditions about Jesus grew because the experience of the risen living Christ within the community shaped perceptions of Jesus' ultimate identity and significance.

We do not need to choose between them. Our understanding of Jesus' significance is richer if we see and affirm both the historical Jesus and the canonical Jesus. Both the pre-Easter Jesus and the post-Easter Jesus are the image of the invisible God. Both disclose what God is like.

All is focused, once more, on the temple. Jesus acted in such a way as to indicate that he saw his own movement as the god-given replacement for the temple itself.

The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.

The small details of life often hide a great significance.

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

Can a single ant be said to be alive, in any meaningful sense of the word, or does it only have relevance in terms of its anthill?

Paper isn't important. It's the words on them that are important.

Daughters of Naiads were a dime a dozen in those days; the place was crawling with them. Nevertheless, it never hurts to be of semi-divine birth. Or it never hurts immediately.

Falling in love... how could he have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, a whim. It was, on the contrary, heavy going. It was the central thing, the way you understood yourself.

Do you love me, that's all, he said. That's the only thing that matters. It was the language again, I couldn't use it because it wasn't mine. He must have known what he meant but it was an imprecise word; the Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them, there ought to be as many for love.

I tell myself it doesn't matter, your name is like your telephone number, useful only to others; but what I tell myself is wrong, it does matter.

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable.

How potent was that word. With.

I don't remember that school day much, because why would I? It was normal. Normal is like looking out a car window. Things pass by, this and that and this and that, without much significance. You don't register such hours; they're habitual, like brushing your teeth.

Just remember, dear Friends, What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

Anyone literate can take an implement in hand and make marks on a flat surface. Being a writer, however, seems to be a socially acknowledged role, and one that carries some sort of weight or impressive significance - we hear a capital W on Writer.