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Lo malo de la vida es que no sabes realmente si es un proceso descendente, no sabes en absoluto de qué se trata.

Longfellow smiled. "A great part of the happiness of life consists not in fighting battles, my dear Lowell, but in avoiding them. A masterly retreat is in itself a victory.

Look at the stars. See their beauty. And in that beauty, see yourself.

Looking down from the heavens, she saw how small, and yet how important each human life is. Drops in the bucket of eternity. She saw her minute place in the organic machine of the Cosmos, witnessed the give and take and the slow, steady swinging of life's pendulum. The world relies on order, pattern, and repetition. The earth spins and swings around the sun with rational, mathematical predictability. But she also saw the chaotic nature of things. No matter what, you can never know with certainty what will happen. Lightening can strike, the ground can open up and swallow you, and the very air you breathe can tear your life away.

Look, you can say that life is meaningless, because in the end we are all no more than dust in the wind and all that we do will ultimately be forgotten in hundreds or thousands of years’ time. But do you really want to live with that belief? Give yourself a higher meaning, give yourself a purpose why you were given this life. I am not a religious person but I do believe that we are all given this life for a reason, and that death is only the beginning of something bigger. Call me crazy, I don’t care. It gives me sense and an urgency to make this life count because I know it matters. You feel that way because you do not have that. Give this life a meaning and all that you do and will come to do will become meaningful instead of meaningless

Lord, give me what you have made me want; I praise and thank you for the desire that you have inspired; perfect what you have begun, and grant me what you have made me long for.

Love a thing at a time. Many things will love you no more.

Love happens sublimely, serenely and accidentally! It will happen when you least expect it to!

Love is a beautiful feeling. When you love someone life becomes beautiful. But in loving someone do not stop loving yourself too!

Love is a connection with another person, either through birth or through something else that I cannot even explain. It is often just an attraction at first. But it goes far deeper than that. It is a determination to care for the other person no matter what and to allow oneself to be cared for in return. It is a commitment to make the other happy and to be happy oneself. It is not possessive, but neither is it a victim. And it does not always bring happiness. Often it brings a great deal of pain, especially when the beloved is suffering and one feels impotent to comfort. It is what life is all about. It is openness and trust and vulnerability.

Love is a felt force when we become aware of it. Our cognition must be added to the reality of existence. This is the dance of love. We must cultivate our seeds that we plant in each other's lives. Only then we will enlarge our view of love, beauty, creativity, and purpose.

Love is a strange feeling indeed, a feeling that every person must experience at least once in his or her life. A feeling that makes us feel one with God!

Love is being able to view a situation without adding duality to it.

Love is seeking the good and being the good.

Love is the most integral function of our lives. That is why LOVE is only one letter away from LIVE.

Love makes life worth living.

Love is when you have not been home for three months and call up home and your daughter picks up the phone and says "Papa, I love you!

Mai nei miei viaggi m'ero spinto fino a Adelma. Era l'imbrunire quando vi sbarcai. Sulla banchina il marinaio che prese al volo la cima e la legò alla bitta somigliava a uno che era stato soldato con me, ed era morto. Era l'ora del mercato del pesce all'ingrosso. Un vecchio caricava una cesta di ricci su un carretto; credetti di riconoscerlo; quando mi voltai era sparito in un vicolo, ma avevo capito che somigliava a un pescatore che, già vecchio quando io ero bambino, non poteva più essere tra i vivi. Mi turbò la vista d'un malato di febbri rannicchiato per terra con una coperta sulla testa: mio padre pochi giorni di morire aveva gli occhi gialli e la barba ispida come lui tal quale. Girai lo sgaurdo; non osavo fissare più nessuno in viso. Pensai: "Se Adelma è una città che vedo in sogno, dove non s'incontrano che morti, il sogno mi fa paura. Se Adelma è una città vera, abitata dai vivi, basterà continuare a fissarli perché le somiglianze si dissolvano e appaiano facce estranee, apportatrici d'angoscia. In un caso o nell'altro è meglio che non isista a guardarli." Un' erbivendola pesava una verza sulla stadera e la metteva in un paniere appeso a una cordicella che una ragazza calava da un balcone. La ragazza era uguale a una del mio paese che era impazzita d'amore e s'era uccisa. L'erbivendola alzò il viso: era mia nonna. Pensai: "Si arriva a un momento della vita in cui tra la gente che si è conosciuta i morti sono più dei vivi. E la mente su rifiuta di accettare altre fisionomie, altre espressioni: su tutte le facce nuove che incontra, imprime i vecchi calchi, per ognuna trova la maschera che s'adatta di più". Gli scaricatori salivano le scale in fila, curvi sotto damigiane e barili; le facce erano nascoste da cappucci di sacco; "Ora si tirano su e li riconosco", pensavo, con impazienza e paura. Ma non staccavo gli occhi da loro; per poco che girassi lo sguardo sulla folla che gremiva quelle straducole, mi vedevo assalito da facce inaspettate, riapparse da lontano, che mi fissavano come per farsi riconoscere, come per riconoscermi, come se mi avessero riconosciuto. Forse anch'io assomigliavo per ognuno di loro a qualcuno che era morto. Ero appena arrivato ad Adelma e già ero uno di loro, ero passato dalla loro parte, confuso in quel fluttuare d'occhi, di rughe, di smorfie. Pensai: "Forse Adelma è la città cui si arriva morendo e in cui ognuno ritrova le persone che ha conosciuto. E' segno che sono morto anch'io". Pensai anche: "E' segno che l'aldilà non è felice".

Love your solitude and go deep into the depths of your soul...

Many atheists might proudly proclaim that our lives have no ultimate meaning, yet the business of finding significance in one's life is perhaps the most important part of being human. When we drift into a life without meaning, we soon become a pack of symptoms and pathologies; and without any feeling of significance, many choose to end their lives altogether.

Man is born in order to think (there he is, Kirill, finally!). Except that I don't believe that. I've never believed it, and I still don't believe it, and what man is born for -I have no idea. He's born, that's all. Scrapes by as best he can.

Many find in sex and economics the meaning of life and the reason of it all. The consequence of this is that the goal of life for many has become a relief of tension.

Many things that can be measured, don't matter—many things that matter, can't be measured.

Meaning can be found in action.

Maturity is when you can understand someone's silences and the pauses between those silences...

Maybe the Truth of the Meaning of Life, Ancient and Arcane Knowledge of the Great Unknowable Universe is handed down only to persons presenting with the correct brand-name footwear. If you turn up wearing Shoe City knock-offs, you don't get to pass Go and collect Infinite Enlightenment.

Meaning beginns in the words, in the action, continues in your head and ends nowhere. There is no end to meaning. Meaning which is resolved, parcelled, labelled and ready for export is dead, impartient — and meaningless.

Masturbating the meaning of life since 1987. #lovewithmeneverdies

Maybe, I thought, Knight would talk about the marrow. He sat quietly, whether thinking or fuming or both, it was hard to tell. But he eventually arrived at a reply. It felt like some great mystic was about to revel the meaning of life. "Get enough sleep," he said. He set his jaw in a way that conveyed he wouldn't be saying any more. This was what he had learned. I accepted it as truth.

Maybe the point of life (and youth, once it was over), was to elevate yourself, through time and reflection, into something worthy of contemplation (even if you were the only one doing the contemplating).

Men hensigten, spør folket, meningen, maalet? Der er ingen hensigt, der er intet maal. Tindesporten er meningsløs som selve livet, - derfor kan dens trolddom aldrig dø.

Men's lives are short . The hard man and his cruelties will be Cursed behind his back and mocked in death. But one whose heart and ways are kind - of him strangers will bear report to the whole wide world, and distant men will praise him. - Penelope in Robert Fitzgerald trans. THE ODYSSEY (364)

Meredith immersed herself in the novels. For some reason, fiction hit on the meaning of life so much more concisely than real life itself did.

Modern society has sent men on a quest that is perhaps an inquiry just as thought-provoking as the popular question: what is the meaning of life. The question thrown at men by the society is one which many men struggle to answer, and that question is: What does it mean to be a man?

Money without time is next to meaningless.

More pathetic than the digital age is the people who love it. They buy right into the "newer is always better" ideology and they can't seem to grasp that the fun of VHS tapes, super 8 film, darkroom photography and vinyl records is far more worthwhile and human than the cold, high-tech atmosphere of everything being digitized. As the 21st century progresses, yeah, we'll have our Netflix and our cellular phones and our artificial intelligence and our implanted microchips - and future generations will have lost something valuable. Sadly, they won't even know what they've lost because we're taking it all away from them.

Mortality is a hard thing to face. 'That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger.' That's as maybe. But that which does kill us, kills us, and ain't that a bitch...How do you make sense of your life? Signal to noise: what's signal? What's noise?

Most people don't know what they want in their life! What an irony their life has become!

Much of what happens in life is a chance.

Money will not last. Fame will not last. But how you touched others will always stay behind!

More lives are being lost, because some lost their ability to understand the meaning of life.

Most of our waking life is make believe. If there was a way to record every dream that crosses our minds, the true nature of humans would be laid bare

My soul connects with your soul through poetry!

My joy is that there is no such world at all, but that the substance of life is in everyone! There is no reason to be troubled because we are absurd, is there? For we really are: we are absurd, frivolous, we have bad habits, we're bored, we don't know how to look around ourselves, we don't know how to understand, we are all like this, all of us, you, and I, and everyone! And you aren't offended by my telling you straight to your faces that you are absurd? There is the basic stuff of life in your, isn't there? You know, I believe it's sometimes even good to be ridiculous. Yes, much better. People forgive each other more readily and become more humble, we can't understand everything at once, we can't begin with perfection! To reach perfection there must first be much we do not understand. And if we understand too quickly we will probably not understand very well. I tell this to you who have been able to understand so much and - do not understand.' p. 577

My path to a life of meaning may not have been straight or easy, but I am fortunate to have found my personal stepping stones, laid out before me like a masterpiece. There is not one stone, not one memory or one experience that I would have changed. I am grateful for the good and the bad, for I am the sum of all my experiences.

My search for happiness ended so a meaningful life could get started.

My silences are my existence. My silences make me who I am. My silences have made me who I have become. I have always loved silences. I talk to my silences. Silences are so eloquent!

My heart was full and uplifted; it seemed that in my soul the question arose whether such things as Art, literature, science encompassed and completed life or whether there was still something in the distance which encompassed it even more completely and filled it with a far greater happiness.

My Name Is Landon And Im 12 Years Old. Im No Philosepher Or a Religous Person. But Everyone Asks The Question, "Whats The Meaning Of Life. I Think The Meaning Is Also The Question... I Think We Live Life To Wonder... And To Ask, "What Is The Meaning Of Life". The Live To Get To The End And Find Out Why They Lived And What Was Their Purpose...

My silences are my existence. My silences make me who I am. My silences have made me who I have become. I have always loved silences... Silences are so eloquent!