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

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".

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 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.

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

Masturbating the meaning of life since 1987. #lovewithmeneverdies

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

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).

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 can be found in action.

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.

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)

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

Money without time is next to meaningless.

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?

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

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 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

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

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...

Much of what happens in life is a chance.

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 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... Silences are so eloquent!

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!

Nasleduj svedomie, kráčaj po správnej ceste a nič neoľutuješ.

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 soul connects with your soul through poetry!

Nem tehetünk egyebet - gondolta magában -, mint küzdünk az életben maradásért, megőrizzük ép elménket, és tanúként szemlélve a világot abban reménykedünk, hogy ez az egész valahogy értelmet nyer.

Neutrals are free, unaffected and disengaged. Their presence alone flatly cancels the logic of power across the board due to their existential uselessness to both powerful and powerless. I at times question any difference between ‘freedom’ and ‘uselessness’ and have never succeeded in finding a satisfying answer. I believe the world has become complicated by the neutrals who never exposed their neutrality. Their disguised intention and unfathomable identity have dramatized the world by having others fear their uncertainty. Neutrals stand outside of boundaries of good and bad. They are true strangers. And probably, they are the true resistants.

Neither can you explain yourself to me. Nor can I explain myself to you. You have your sadness and I have mine.

Never ever stop dreaming. You will make it big one day. What is life without our struggles? Our struggles give us insight and depth into life.

Never let a minister say you are a sinner for he or she is a sinner too. Nor never let a psychiatrist say you have a mental disorder for he or she has problems too.

Nobody can give up rain and nobody can give up love because the former makes this life possible and the latter makes it meaningful!

Never stop loving people. That is the only fight worth fighting!

No, I'd better not speak of it. It's a secret for me alone, of vital importance for me, and not to be put into words. This new feeling has not changed me, has not made me happy and enlightened all of a sudden as I dreamed. Just like the feeling for my child, there was no surprise in this either. Faith—or not faith—I don't know what it is—but this feeling has come just as imperceptibly through suffering, and has taken firm root in my soul. I shall go on in the same way, losing my temper with Ivan the coachman, falling into angry discussions, expressing my opinions tactlessly. There will be still the same wall between the holy of holies of my soul and other people, even my wife. I shall still go on scolding her for my own terror, and being remorseful for it. I shall still be as unable to understand with my reason why I pray, and I shall still go on praying. But my life now—my whole life apart from anything that can happen to me—every minute of it—is no more meaningless as it was before, but has the positive meaning of goodness, which I have the power to put into it.

Never lose hope. The darkest clouds precede the loveliest rain!

Never stop when you are tired. Stop when you are done!

Noise in the form of words'; that’s what life is about.

No lifetime is long enough for those who wish to create, Raul. Or for those who simply wish to understand themselves and their lives. It is, perhaps, the curse of being human, but also a blessing.

Nonconformists, we are, unsolicited, unpredictable, unencumbered, unvested, daring and iconoclastic but not for the sake of destructive ruins but construction toward a better truth, a substantial truth, and innovation. Too much of independence of the nonconformists of unique mind is considered unfitting to the establishment of existing norms and institutions because they cannot be useful functionaries for social reinforcement. Yet, poetic outcasts are reframing the stretch of imagination toward metaphysical beauty and permanence—the greatness. We deliberately detach ourselves from the exasperations and desperations of the moment of mankind. We find it particularly useful to have a burning heart and causes for misgivings and finality…to fill the unlistening void and to chastise a comfortable livelihood.

No puedo explicarte bien como soy. También yo me pierdo de vez en cuando. No me entiendo. No sé lo que pienso en realidad ni lo que quiero. No sé si tengo alguna clase de poder y, en caso que así sea, si puedo usarlo de algún modo. Esos pensamientos me hacen sentir miedo y entonces solo puedo pensar en mí, me convierto en un egoísta.

No one could teach you to be you... until now!

No one will save you. No one will make an effort to understand you. People will be basically busy living their lives. So you must realise this and never expect anything from anyone. If you ever believe in the words of people, then you will be dissapointed.