17 Quotes Tagged: labyrinth

That (labyrinth)...became a world whose rules I lived by, and I understood the moral of mazes: sometimes you have to turn your back on your goal to get there, sometimes you're farthest away when you're closest, sometimes the only way is the long one. After that careful walking and looking down, the stillness was deeply moving...It was breathtaking to realize that in the labyrinth, metaphors and meanings could be conveyed spatially. That when you seem farthest from your destination is when you suddenly arrive is a very pat truth in words, but a profound one to find with your feet.

A man craves ultimate truths. Every mortal mind, I think, is that way. But what is ultimate truth? It's the end of the road, where there is no more mystery, no more hope. And no more questions to ask, since all the answers have been given. But there is no such place.
The Universe is a labyrinth made of labyrinths. Each leads to another. And wherever we cannot go ourselves, we reach with mathematics. Out of mathematics we build wagons to carry us into the nonhuman realms of the world.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Life is like a story, when all the resolution is resolved, you heave a sigh of relief.

There is no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.

"You mentioned . . . one of the two great labyrinths into which the mind is drawn. What . . . is the other?"
"The other is the composition of the continuum, or: what is space?"

life is a kind of Labyrinth, with all its twists and turns, its straight paths and its occasional dead ends.

It's only forever, not long at all

The finished shape of our fate, the line drawn round it. It is the task the gods allot us, and the share of glory they allow; the limits we must not pass; and our appointed end. Moira is all these.

This is one of the two great labyrinths into which human minds are drawn: the question of free will versus predestination.

There are certain truths that occurs to us, which we cannot convey in words, but requires a personal experience to grasp more vividly.

A labyrinth is a symbolic journey . . . but it is a map we can really walk on, blurring the difference between map and world.

I'll paint you moments of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings...

He found something that he wanted, had always wanted and always would want — not to be admired, as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made himself believe; but to be necessary to people, to be indispensable...'very few things matter and nothing matters very much

A confused labyrinth
of smoky stars
entangles my hopes,
which are nearly faded