Quotes About Purpose

I felt for a really long time, "When I grow up I want to be an actor." And now I'm like, "Oh, this is it now. This is my life."

Start simply everyday by asking yourself, "What is the dharma today? What should I do? What is right? What does the universe want from me?"

It's very funny. People do not want to achieve liberation or be happy. This is the basic guideline they teach you in Spiritual Training School.

Personal power is not the end of the process. It is a tool that you use to get someplace. The purpose of the car is not to live in the car, it is to drive you someplace you want to go.

Some people meditate because they want to get the larger picture on life. It could get kind of discouraging if this was all there was.

I don't like being retired. It's like announcing an end to your worth, whatever that worth was, and the longer you go on, the more you realize that that worth wasn't worth anything like you once thought it was, and that just makes it worse.

I am as true as anything you have ever seen. A dying child, abandoned by the world. And I say this: there is nothing truer. Nothing. Flee from me if you can. I promise I will haunt you. This is my only purpose now, the only one left to me. I am history made alive, holding on but failing. I am everything you would not think of, belly filled and thirst slaked, there in all your comforts surrounded by faces you know and love. But hear me. Heed my warning. History has claws.

No, in an existence bound with true meaning and purpose, oblivion should ever arrive unexpected, unanticipated and unseen. One moment racing full tilt, the next, gone.

Understand: we exist for the sole purpose of being witness to existence. This and this alone is our collective contribution to all that has been created. We serve to bring existence into being. Without eyes to see, nothing exists.

It's just the place we chose. To do what's right. But then, maybe that alone gives reason to take us down, to destroy us.

We have witnessed life's myriad struggles. From the lone creature suffering its last moments to thousands dying in a bleak season. And what have we learned? Only that life is its own purpose. And that, where there is life, there shall be suffering. Has it any meaning? Is existence reason enough?

A celebration of insignificance. Is that all we are in the end?

But, as Onos Toolan might say, the real meaning of 'tradition' was … what had he called it? 'Stupidity on purpose', that's what he said. I think. I never much listened.

They resumed their journey. Tracking the aimless with purpose. Just like growing up.

Well, the world presented its challenges, and without challenges life was worthless and pointless and, most crucially, devoid of interest.

Onos T'oolan faced southeast. And then set out. He had a people to kill.

Cutter rubbed at his face. He needed a shave. And a bath. And clean, new clothes. And a purpose in life.

There had been no time when he'd felt alone. Alone in the frightened sense, that is. Solitude was born of decision, and could be as easily yielded when its purpose was done.

Everyone saw her as such a capable person, and all the while she asked herself: capable of what? Will I ever find out? When is it my turn?

What feeds you is rent With the claws of your need. But needs dwell half in light And half in darkness. And virtue folds in the seam. If the demand of need is life Then suffering and death hold purpose. But if we speak of want and petty desire The seam folds into darkness And no virtue holds the ground. Needs and wants make for a grey world. But nature yields no privilege. And what is righteous will soon Feed itself with the claws Of your need, as life demands. QUALITIES OF LIFE SAEGEN

We rejected civilization, but so too we rejected anarchy for its petty belligerence and the weakness of thought it announced. By these decisions, we made ourselves lost and bereft of purpose

It's bad when you lose 'em. Friends, I mean. Makes you wonder why you're still here, why the damned sack of blood and muscle and bones keeps on going. So you run. Then what? Nothing. You're not here, but wherever you are, you're still there.

We distort with deliberate purpose; we confine vast meaning into the strictures of imagined necessity. In this lies both failing and gift, for in the surrender of truth we fashion, rightly or wrongly, universal significance. Specific gives way to general; detail gives way to grandiose form, and in the telling we are exalted beyond our mundane selves.

You took us, you made us into something, but none of us knows what, or even what for.