“What is the meaning of life? She asked me. Life has no meaning! I said. Then why do we live? She asked me. To create the meaning! I said.”
“Always seek wisdom and live a vrituous life.”
“Драма жизни не несёт в себе тотальной предопределённости.”
“Life is horrible, horrible, horrible, said the philosopher.”
“When you judge me without knowing me, you do not judge me; you judge yourself...”
“She told me that some day she would go to my hometown and stay there for a while and be happy. And she will see me in every wall, every street, every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.”
“The meaning of life is the acquisition of experiences for the Creator.”
“Until I die again, perhaps. Until the next replay. Then it all vanishes. Jeff shook his head, his arm tightly around her shoulders. Only the products of your work will disappear. The struggle, the devotion you put into your endeavors … That s where the value truly lies, and will remain: within you.”
“She is inimitably cute and charming. She studies sitting on the carpet lying on the floor in her room. While studying on table and chair, she falls asleep!”
“All knowledge initiates with inquiry. A living philosophy and a profound appreciation for our mortal lives arise from awe. We must each discover what fosters the flowering of our humanity and single-mindedly dedicate ourselves to achieving our purpose.”
“Life is so much more than our pity version of reality where we worry about financial wealth, social status, power, and interacting with machines that provide pleasures such as cars, boats, smart phones, and television. Life is limited and ultimate reality – the realm of potential knowledge – is unlimited.”
“Teachers of philosophy tie their dewy-eyed students in knots attempting to answer the elusive riddle, ‘What is the meaning of life?’ It is a classic example of the trick question since there is no pat answer to this timeless paradox that we colloquially refer to as life. No man, woman, or child is identical. Similar to other animals, we each are the product of our entire womb of bodily cravings and comprised of the communal filament of the human mind’s eccentric gyrations. In order to take stock of who we are we must take into account the sensory ingredients of innumerable occurrences that create the tapestry of interwoven sensations making up a rooted way of living. Life is a chummed collection of eclectic personal incidents.”
“Souls do not have calenders or clocks to feel your absence. You are like the untouched breath of my life.”
“We will forever be a beautiful memory in each other s life!”
“Why is it that I feel so alive when I keep talking or chatting with you?”
“You are the Moon who comes in the night. I am the Mountain who waits for you the whole day. And finally when night arrives, you heal me!”
“She: What is the meaning of life? He: Life has no meaning. We create the meaning!”