Meaning - Quotes
Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.
The reason dying is so easy is because death has no meaning. [...] And the reason death has no meaning is because life has no meaning.
The meaning of life is not simply to exist, to survive, but to move ahead, to go up, to achieve, to conquer.
My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.
Forever has no meaning when you`re living in the moment. I wasn`t ready for that moment to end.
It`s always necessary to know when a stage of one`s life has ended. If you stubbornly cling to it after the need has passed, you lose the joy and meaning of the rest.
Mother's Day is a celebration of all those, parents or not, who nourish or cherish others and teach them the meaning of love. It's just that mothers are the most evident, most visible, most endearing teachers and that's why we honor them, remember them and their concrete examples of love.
The life of the individual has meaning only in so far as it aids in making the life of every living thing nobler and more beautiful.
The only meaning of life worth caring about is one that can withstand our best efforts to examine it.
All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this - as in other ways - they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.
Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination - stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern - of which I am a part - perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. Or see them with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together. What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined!