Quotes About Significance

Colin Wilson argues that when we say, Life is boring and meaningless, it means that we are boring and meaningless. Can there be any truth in this?

If there are no things which are important, then things are assigned importance arbitrarily and defended at great risk. Because the risk validates the importance.

This world's no blot for us, Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good: To find its meaning is my meat and drink.

What if miliseconds influence centuries?

Time had weight. The weight was growing.

He wants you to think he matters. I guess he feels like you don't.

I said, "He wants to matter." "Oh, please." "Josh made a sign for the wall in his apartment. One word. It says 'Matter.' A reminder, I guess, to do something that matters.

Mongol-Turkic invasions were arguably the most significant event in world history in the second millennium of the common era, and it was mainly because of the use of certain animals tied to geography.

It's just that sometimes things that you don't think are important turn out to be.

My definition of literature would be just this: words that have become deeds.

Don't sell yourself short. You may never have proof of your importance, but you are more important than you think.

This is not just storytelling. It is the sharing of personal mythology. It's how we all make sense out of our lives and give its events significance. It parallels the mythmaking of the human race. It is the ritual of remembrance.

You know, without realizing it we fill important places in each other's lives.

Teachers want to know what difference they made in the lives of their pupils, and reunions are a great place to find out.

Only at some distance in time and place do you understand the significance of the crossing over—finding in the ritual retelling a way of sanctifying the memory.

Most people are perpetually locked in the present. Their decisions are overly influenced by the most immediate event; they easily become emotional and ascribe greater significance to a problem than it should have in reality.

Being attacked is a sign that you are important enough to be a target. You should relish the attention and the chance to prove yourself.

As he did not go into Society himself, he had got an idea that these things belonged to the things that didn't really matter. (We know of course that he was wrong, and took too narrow a view; because they do matter very much, though it would take too long to explain why.)

What it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing.

I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing.

She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last.

LAILA WOULD REMEMBER the muted ceremony in bits and fragments. The cream-colored stripes of Rasheed's suit. The sharp smell of his hair spray. The small shaving nick just above his Adam's apple. The rough pads of his tobacco-stained fingers when he slid the ring on her. The pen. Its not working. The search for a new pen. The contract. The signing, his sure-handed, hers quavering. The prayers. Noticing, in the mirror, that Rasheed had trimmed his eyebrows.

And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last.