Quotes About Purpose

The purpose of life is not to maintain personal comfort; it's to grow the soul.

I don't know my place in the bigger scheme of things, but I do know I'm here on this earth for a reason, and I never make the mistake of thinking that what I do is trivial. I trust in myself. I am important.

Life is to be lived, not shunted aside until all the days are aches and ashes.

Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that. Why was I ever born?

If you would reflect well and wisely, you would realize that those events you regard as personal misfortunes have served a useful purpose even in this worldly life, and indeed have worked for your betterment.

Life is to be lived. It doesn't really matter the how and why of things. It matters how you choose to live. I taught you to live life large. Tha's all, Wyatt. Love when you can. Laugh. Sing. And take care of your family and friends and then your community. It's not always easy, but it's good and at the end of it all, you'll be satisfied.

Grace had filled those lonely places, replacing them with laughter and conversation. She'd given him the purpose he needed there in his home to maintain his balance in a world of stark duty.

and you, lying there, deciding whether or not you have had enough of life? What is wrong with you? Life is to be cherished. Not thrown away

I was born for one thing. One fucking thing, Meiling. I was born to be your man. To stand with you as a partner. In front of you as a shield. Behind you to guard your back. I feel you in my soul. I know you're there. You are the only thing that makes sense of why I'm alive. -

He was lonely. He wanted his own family. A wife. Children. Someone to come home to. Someone to care for, to take care of. He needed a purpose. His lifestyle had no balance. He needed someone to become his center, to anchor him.

It was at home, when she was alone with herself, the way she'd been her entire life, that she was lost. She had no purpose. No focus. No center to balance her. Now, this man, Vittorio Ferraro, an amazing, sensual, intelligent man offered those things to her.

Someone to care about him. Someone to be his center. Someone to make him feel alive and passionate about living.

There is purpose in saving your life, but for me, not much else." Mikhail pushed a hand through his thick mane of hair. "Our people cannot do without you, Gregori, and quite simply, neither can I." "You are so certain that I will not turn?" Gregori's smile was self-mocking. "Your faith in me exceeds my own.

I have come to believe that fate hands us our destiny. Maybe I needed to endure the things in my life to be worthy of traveling by your side. Maybe you needed to endure your life in order to fulfill a great destiny. What we did shaped us and honed us into what we are now.

Steele felt the weight of that sacred ink on his back. It was there for a reason, to remind all of them they were stronger together.

He loved knowing she was his woman. Some men needed many to make themselves feel like a man. He had always needed one. The only. Now that he had her, he knew why.

But that was something, wasn't it? It was good to be needed. It was better than being alone. It even felt good to be used. Being used brought you deep inside the machinery of the world.

It was a violent place in which to discover a purpose. It was a good place to forge a friendship.

I have a life, goddamit. One life. I've seen too many people give theirs up, to drugs or suicide or even depression... fuck, even just lazinesss. I've seen lives wasted. I'll be damned if I'm going to waste mine.

Why do humans exist? A major part of the answer: because Pikaia Gracilens survived the Burgess decimation.

Once we assume a creator and a plan, it makes humans objects of a cruel experiment whereby we are created to be sick and commanded to be well.

To be in opposition is not to be a nihilist. And there is no decent or charted way of making a living at it. It is something you are, not something you do.

Either one attributes one's presence here to the laws of biology and physics, or one attributes it to a divine design.

Um verdadeiro homem de fé deve acreditar que está aqui para um propósito e que é um objeto de real interesse para um Ser Supremo; deve também fingir ter pelo menos uma noção do que aquele Ser Supremo deseja. Eu próprio fui chamado de arrogante na juventude, e espero ganhar o título novamente; mas pretender conhecer os segredos do universo e seu criador - isso está além de minha presunção.