Quotes on Make Sense

The things that matter don't necessarily make sense.

. . .only the victims and survivors can truly comprehend the awfulness of that time and place; the rest of us live on the other side of the fence, staring through from our own comfortable place, trying in our own clumsy ways to make sense of it all.

Charity even for one person does not make sense except in terms of an effort to love all Creation in response to the Creator's love for it.

A myth is a way of making sense in a senseless world. Myths are narrative patterns that give significance to our existence.

There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?

Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will make sense only in reverse.

As Emmanuel, Cardinal Suhard says, "To be a witness does not consist in engaging in propaganda, nor even in stirring people up, but in being a living mystery. It means to live in such a way that one's life would not make sense if God did not exist.

Why are they going to disappear him?' I don't know.' It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar.

Nobody listens anymore. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me, I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

"Is," "is," "is" — the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment.