Quotes About Purpose

What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

There was another thing bigger than the tiredness – and this was the strong crew purpose.

He did not wholly understand the intricate play of ideas and the complex phrases, but as he read he sensed a strong, who purpose behind the words and he felt that he almost understood.

For forty years his mission was his life and his life was his mission. And yet all remained to be done and nothing was completed.

Death. Sometimes he could almost feel it in the room with him. He rocked to and fro in the chair. What did he understand? Nothing. Where was he headed? Nowhere. What did he want? To know. What? A meaning. Why? A riddle.

El porqué es lo único importante..., no el qué

Ninguno de ellos sabía por qué estaban allí o lo que harían, pero sabían que tenían que esperar, y que la hora se acercaba

My formula for life is very simple: in the morning, wake up; at night, go to sleep. In between I try and occupy myself as best I can.

Their hearts began to swell with the pity that one feels for a fellow being who has lost both his way and his sense of purpose.

A man whose yesterdays rest on his horizon travels forward into his past. The result is that he goes a very long way to nowhere.

You're born but you're not buried yet.

Dear God,' I said inside myself, 'when I came here, maybe I was partly running off from home for fun and freedom and adventure. But I have a notion that You had something else in mind in letting me come. Anyway if You can use me here in this Cove, well, here I am.

Our lives change at His bidding.

I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason," and I think I've figured out what the reason is—to piss me off.

Life has a way of getting what it wants when it really knows what it wants.

Our life is made up of time. Our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. [...] And yet time eventually runs out and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could.

She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

well i think its quite obvious that if you're going to rely on something to carry your wishes, you might as well know where exactly it has come from and where it intends on going

I'm missing something, you know? That special 'sparkle' that ;life is supposed to bring. I have the job, the child, the family, the apartment and the friends, but I've lost the sparkle./

Life is everything, and you haven't lived it properly until you believe.

In truth, we're all just pottering, filling the time that we have here, only we like to make ourselves feel bigger by compiling lists of importance.

But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

Nobody else around me seems to be looking around and wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel like I'm the only person who is confused and concerned about the choices I've made and where I'm headed? Everywhere I look, I see people just getting on with it.

Maybe the strongest fighters are the nurturers because they're connected to something deep in their core, they've got something to fight for, they've got something worth saving. Granddad