Quotes About Purpose

I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be.

We're all yearning for a wedge of sky, aren't we? I suspect God plants these yearnings in us so we'll at least try and change the course of things. We must try, that's all.

when it's time to die, go ahead and die, and when it's time to live, live. Don't sort-of-maybe live, but live like you're going all out, like you're not afraid.

Which end of the needle are you going to be- the side held by string or the point that pierces the cloth?

Ana, I don't doubt you should give yourself to motherhood. I only question what it is you're meant to mother. For two days and nights I pondered her words, so vast and inscrutable. For a woman to birth something other than children and then mother it with the same sense of purpose, attention, and care came as an astonishment, even to me.

It had not occurred to me that my abilities had been intended, that God had meant to bestow these blessings on me.

I must give myself to something.

For a woman to birth something other than children and then mother it with the same sense of purpose, attention and care came as an astonishment, even to me.

John raised his hands to quiet the uproar. "You ask who I am—I will tell you who I am. I am a voice crying in the wilderness.

you don't know where you're going, you should know where you came from.

They say in extreme moments time will slow, returning to its unmoving core, and standing there, it seemed as if everything stopped. Within the stillness, I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be. I felt the longing more solemnly than anything I'd ever felt, even more than my old innate loneliness.

Yaltha's words returned to me: You have your destiny, too. They stirred the old longings in me, the terrible need for my own life.

you got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth. I

Uncovering this need has been like finding an empty room in the center of my house, one I didn't know was there, one I couldn't pass without feeling its vacuity and wondering how it should be filled. I know I came to Greece in part to try and fill this vacancy in myself. I just didn't think it would have anything to do with Mary.

I'm left with nothing but this strange beating in my heart that tells me I'm meant to do something in this world.

Such a notion made it virtually impossible to enjoy life! And this, "If God did not exist, man would

I don't doubt you should give yourself to motherhood. I only question what it is you're meant to mother.

Our true identity flows from our "center." Therefore we are living the fullness of who we truly are when we are living out of our center.

It occurs to me that perhaps the memories most likely to resonate do not fall happenstance into our lives. They are created.

Her silver button) reminding me of the destiny I always believed was inside of me, waiting. How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it - the way I know there's an oak tree inside an acorn. I've been filled with a hunger to grow this seed my whole life... That's why I was born for (abolition)... I've come to know it only this night, but it has always been the tree in the acorn...

stopped. Within the stillness, I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be. I felt the longing more solemnly than anything I'd ever felt, even more than my old innate loneliness.

If you don't know where you're going you should know where you come from

Your vision means what you want it to mean. It will mean what you make it to mean. I stared at her, baffled, perturbed. Why would God send me a vision if it has no meaning other than what I give to it? What if the point of his sending it is to make you search yourself for the answer?

I will not forget what Jesus said to me when I finished my song. He said, 'Each of us must find a way to love the world. You have found yours.