Quotes About Significance

George MacDonald: "I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of. For to have been thought about—born in God's thoughts—and then made by God is the dearest, grandest, most precious thing in all thinking.

Details are important, and God is just as sovereign over the details as He is over the so-called "big picture.

It is hard to see how repentance after death trivializes this life and our previous choices if repentance at the last moment of life does not do so. Repentance at the moment of death would not trivialize this life, so the argument goes, but repentance the moment after death would. Can a single moment of time have this much moral significance?

Every name is real. That's the nature of names.

But what can be measured is not always what is worth measuring; what gets measured may have no relationship to what we really want to know. The costs of measuring may be greater than the benefits.

Measuring the most easily measurable. There is a natural human tendency to try to simplify problems by focusing on the most easily measureable elements.1 But what is most easily measured is rarely what is most important, indeed sometimes not important at all. That is the first source of metric dysfunction.

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

Can you imagine? That you can say something, offhand, and it can matter, it can really matter to someone else? Can you imagine what it's like to hear something like that? To hear someone say something and feel the world ripple around you?

Success needs no explanation. Failure does not have one that matters.

Great things happen in small places. Jesus was born in Bethlehem. Jesse Jackson was born in Greenville.

I don't ever really feel that wearing my wedding ring is what determines me being married or not.

Unless he belonged somewhere, unless his life had some meaning and direction, he would feel like a particle of dust and be overcome by his individual insignificance.

Kui oled surnud, oled kole tähtis – kui elad, ei hooli sust keegi.

Now I suddenly saw that I could be something to someone, simply because I was there, and that that person was happy because I was with her. Said like that, it sounds very simple; but when you think about it, it is a tremendous thing, a thing that knows no end. It is something that can break and transform one. It is love and yet something more —something for which one can live.

Žmogus nesi jau toks svarbus. - Nesvarbus? - Švarcas v?l pak?l? sutrikus? veid?. - Nesvarbus? Žinoma, ne! Bet malon?kite pasakyti man, kas gi tuomet svarbu, jeigu gyvenimas nebesvarbus? - Niekas, - atsakiau žinodamas, kad tai ir teisyb?, ir ne. - Tiktai mes patys suteikiame viskam vert?.

It was not any recognition of their beauty and their significance that attracted us, but the communion, the feeling of a comradeship with the things and events of our existence, which cut us off and made the world of our parents a thing incomprehensible to us—for then we surrendered ourselves to events and were lost in them, and the least little thing was enough to carry us down the stream of eternity.

Die Worte wehten im Zwielicht hin und her, sie waren ohne Bedeutung, und das, was von Bedeutung war, war ohne Worte.

Keista,- tar? Lencas po valand?l?s,- kod?l visokiems žmon?ms paminklai statomi, o kod?l nepasta?ius paminklo m?nuliui arba žydin?iam medžiui.

It scarcely made a column of newspaper space, but it wrote headlines in their lives.

I think my thought and imagination contain the picture and perceive its significance from every point of view. I have to force myself not to dwell upon it to avoid the sort of numbness that comes from deep apprehension and dwelling upon elements too vast to be yet comprehended or in any way controlled by counsel.

THE ADMIRALTY'S focus was elsewhere, on a different ship that it deemed far more valuable.

He had only to assert the most commonplace thing and it sounded important and convincing.

Long before the fair's end, people began mourning its inevitable passage. Mary Hartwell Catherwood wrote, "What shall we do when this Wonderland is closed?—when it disappears—when the enchantment comes to an end?" One lady manager, Sallie Cotton of North Carolina, a mother of six children staying in Chicago for the summer, captured in her diary a common worry: that after seeing the fair, "everything will seem small and insignificant.

as incompetent, irrelevant, and immaterial.