I've reluctantly discarded the notion of my continuing to manage the portfolio after my death abandoning my hope to give new meaning to the term 'thinking outside the box.'
In our life there is a single color as on an artist palette, which provides the meaning of life and art... It is the color of love.
... life is meaningless unless you bring meaning to it; ... it is up to us to create our own existence. Unless you do something, unless you make something it's as though you aren't there.
The spiritual meaning of love is measured by what it can do. Love is meant to heal. Love is meant to renew. Love is meant to bring us closer to God.
Death is meaningless unless it happens to someone you know.
Meanings are not determined by situations, but we determine ourselves by the meanings we give to situations.
The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.
A poet, qua poet, has only one political duty, namely, in his own writing to set an example of the correct use of his mother tongue, which is always being corrupted. When words lose their meaning, physical force takes over.
Faced with the nonsense question 'What is the meaning of a word?' and perhaps dimly recognizing it to be nonsense, we are nevertheless not inclined to give it up.
Cripple crow say something for our grieving, where do we go once we start leaving. Well close that wound or else keep on bleeding and change your tune, it's got no meaning.
A Text, on the other hand is engaged in a movement a deferral a dilation of meaning the play of signification. Metonymy the association of part to whole characterized the logic of the Text. In this sense the Text is "radically symbolic" and lacks closure.
As a magician works with the unique compressibility of doves, finding some, losing others in the same silk foulard, so the rebels fold scratchy, relaxed meanings into their smallest actions.
The need to speak, even if one has nothing to say, becomes more pressing when one has nothing to say, just as the will to live becomes more urgent when life has lost its meaning.
There were definitely lyrics and they were very meaningful. I think.
Hegel said that the owl of Minerva flies at dusk, meaning that only when a culture is over can it be understood. Hegels moment of understanding of the West coincided with its end.