Quotes About Purpose

There is no human being on earth who is capable of declaring who he is, with certainty. No one knows what he has come to this world to do, to what his acts, feelings, ideas correspond, or what his real name is, his imperishable Name in the registry of Light.

A city is not an accident but the result of coherent visions and aims.

Kostia: When I'm mowing, I don't ask myself why I'm here. Theodore: You're here to be Master, Konstantin Dmitrievich. As it's always been, by the grace of God

Si je vais à la boulangerie et n'en ressors qu'avec le pain, j'ai loupé la vie.

I don't want to make money I want to make a difference.

I don't care about money.

People commonly educate their children as they build their houses, according to some plan they think beautiful, without considering whether it is suited to the purposes for which they are designed.

There wasn't any point in living when all you could do was survive.

Life won't just happen to you boy, he said. You have to happen to it.

People with secrets shouldn't make enemies. People with destinies shouldn't make plans.

Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself: to find arteries and open them, limbs and sever them; to take what is alive and deliver it unto death.

Everything lined up. It has been easy, as if it were meant-" "Meant!" she said, amazed. She spun to face him, which, in the crush, brought her against his chest as if they were still dancing. She fought backward for space. As if what were meant?" "You," he said. "And me.

As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.

looking up at the stars, he had accepted life as a medium for action. Something to wield like a tool. One's own life: an instrument for the shaping of the world.

What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?

One's own life: an instrument for the shaping of the world.

None of us became monks to be nursemaids." To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, "And none of us became children to be orphans." But

Was there another life she was meant to be living? At times she felt a keen certainty that there was ? a phantom life, taunting her from just out of reach. A sense would come over her while she was drawing or walking, and once while she was dancing slow and close with Kaz, that she was supposed to be doing something else with her hands, with her legs, with her body. Something else. Something else. Something else.

She didn't want to kill a moment. She wanted to live one. Live many. So how in the name of the godstars do you do that? Was it too late to learn?

You were kinder to yourselves in your legend than we were," Karou continued. "We made ourselves out of grief. You made yourselves in your gods' image, and with a noble purpose: to bring light to the worlds." "A black job we've done of it," he said.

Well then," said Lazlo, wry. "It's a good thing we were always such excellent friends, working together for the good of all." It mightn't have been true before, but perhaps it could be.

Unlike those many dead because of him, he had life, and life wasn't a default state—I am not dead, hence I must be alive—but a medium. For action, for effort. As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough.