Quotes About Purpose

Enough of this drama; we have work to do…

Ne leur apprends pas à scier si tu ne sais pas tenir une scie ; ne leur apprends pas à chanter si chanter t'ennuie ; ne te charge pas de leur apprendre à vivre si tu n'aimes pas la vie. (p. 23)

Nunca se puede ser feliz en este mundo? Yo no sé para qué nacemos.

Pero bien sé que sobí para decender, florescí para secarme, gozé para entristecerme, nascí para biuir, biuí para crecer, crecí para enuejecer, enuejecí para morirme.

Questions like "Where am I headed?" and "Is this the place I want to be headed?" aren't central in your consciousness. Where are you headed, then? The answer is simple: you're headed where you're headed, as fast as you can get there.

el hombre no es capaz de comprenderse a sí mismo hasta el fondo sin Cristo. No se puede entender quién es, ni cuál es su verdadera dignidad, ni cuál sea su vocación, ni su destino final. No se puede comprender todo esto sin Cristo»[60

I wasn't meant for reality, but life came and found me.

Y sabes por qué no resulta sencillo decir cuándo un ser humano es "bueno" y cuándo no lo es? Porque no sabemos para qué sirven los seres humanos.

Este vivir para querer en lugar de querer para vivir (como los animales) nos ha traído a los humanos muchísimas complicaciones:

Men do not shape destiny, Destiny produces the man for the hour.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

I think a lie with a purpose is wan iv th' worst kind an' th' mos' profitable.

All I ever wanted was to be happy, to love and to be loved in return, and for my life to count for something. That is not madness, is it?

There was no point in anything. No pleasure in being good and clever either, if there was no one to praise and be proud of me. But that felt dangerously close to self-pity, and I would not give in to self-pity.

I'm not on the run from anything and I'm not at all clear about what I'm running towards. But as some great writer put it, I want to be certain that when I arrive at death, I'm totally exhausted.

When a book leaves your hands, it belongs to God. He may use it to save a few souls or to try a few others, but I think that for the writer to worry is to take over God's business.

The novel is an art form and when you use it for anything other than art, you pervert it…. If you manage to use it successfully for social, religious, or other purposes, it is because you make it art first.

If you and I are resting or shirking or slacking, his Spirit is nevertheless on the move with somebody else somewhere else, for "behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep" (Ps. 121:4). God is always accomplishing his purposes.

i have no point in procrastinating any longer..

By mortifying vanity we do ourselves no good. It is the want of interest in our life which produces it; by filling up that want of interest in our life we can alone remedy it.

There is a place that you are to fill and no one else can fill, something you are to do, which no one else can do." There

Perfect self-expression will never be labor; but of such absorbing interest that it will seem almost like play.

In the morning, I'll know just what to do.

Man's freedom comes through fulfilling his destiny, bringing into manifestation the Divine Design of his life.