Paradox as it may seem, we likewise find life meaningful only when we have seen that it is without purpose, and know the “mystery of the universe” only when we are convinced that we know nothing about it at all.

We will never recognize the true value of our own lives until we affirm the value in the life of others.

So," she said, "living all this time has been to no purpose, basically."
"True, but that hardly distinguishes me from anybody else, does it?"
"But shouldn't it, or there's no point?"
"No. Living either never has any point, or is always its own point; being a naturally cheery soul, I lean toward the latter. However, just having done more of it than another person doesn't really make much difference.

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.

Until a person finds something to die for, he or she has nothing to live for.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Life needs a meaning and living requires a purpose. Without meaning and purpose, are the livings really alive?

When I come to my own beliefs, I find myself quite unable to discern any purpose in the universe, and still more unable to wish to discern one.

Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.

… 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.

You exist without the feeling of existence, existence has no meaning.

It is only when we realize that life is taking us nowhere that it begins to have meaning.

Nothing in life has any meaning except the meaning we give it.