Quotes About Purpose

This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us. No other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks. No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning but what we find here. No purpose but what we make. That, and the beloved's clear instructions: Turn me into song; sing me awake.

Happiness is the meaning and purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.

Some days I think this one place isn't enough. That's when nothing is enough, when I want to live multiple lives and be allowed to love without limits. Those days, like today, I walk with a purpose but no destinations. Only then do I see, at least momentarily, that everything is here. — Gretel Ehrlich, Islands, the Universe, Home (Penguin, 1992)

Sometimes I really do wonder if everything is just random and pointless, whether there's any meaning to anything in this life.

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing.

Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while

Dreams seem to generate a special kind of passion and willpower, both of which help people navigate the seas of life.

La natura rifiutandosi clamorosamente di servire all'uomo, avendo altri fini, l'uomo sempre più sarà asservito all'uomo.

Na kraju krajeva, možda ništa nije potpuno slu?ajno. Možda se neki doga?aji moraju dogoditi, pošto-poto.

Es más fácil asumir la muerte cuando uno ha podido llevar a cabo las propias aspiraciones.

In life there are three elements: mission, vision and values,' adds the prestigious Argentinian sports psychologist Liliana Grabín.

No debemos perder de vista nuestra idea».

La alegría de poder subsistir de la actividad que nos apasiona y no estar sentados ocho horas en una oficina, llegar a casa, cenar, hablar cinco minutos con la pareja, ver televisión, dormir y despertar al día siguiente a las siete para volver a lo mismo. Con o sin éxito, crear se convierte en una adicción.

Los hámsteres corren cientos y cientos de metros en su rueda y no van a ningún lado. En cambio, mira a los leones, tumbados veintitrés horas al día, pero cuando se levantan cazan un búfalo»

Rage is never blind. Rage is uniquely focused.

People who have lived their whole lives feeling half-complete. Who never truly fit anywhere in the world. Who never understood why they were here, or what they were meant for. Who never answered the call, because they never heard it. Because nothing ever spoke to them.

If we don't defend what we love-if we let it fade-then our lives lose meaning. We must declare ourselves of what we are...What we love.

Or maybe the labyrinth had been built just for this purpose—to have them all play their part in a story written once upon a time and long ago.

There's no obvious reason to assume that the very same rare properties that allow for our existence would also provide the best overall setting to make discoveries about the world around us. We don't think this is merely coincidental. It cries out for another explanation, an explanation that... points to purpose and intelligent design in the cosmos.

Os outros eu conheci por acaso. Você eu encontrei porque era preciso.

Be intent on the action, not on the fruits of action.2

Life is a combination of happiness and pain. Pain is inevitable but suffering is optional. Having a broad perspective on life gives you the strength to move forward through painful times. Know that you are very much needed in this world. With all its infinite possibilities, this life is a gift for it can become a fountain of joy and happiness not just for oneself but for many others as well.

Nu, nu m? mai las batjocorit, nu mai vreau s? fiu juc?ria unei soarte incerte, f?r? nici o È›int?, care m? înal?? È™i m? împinge iar? în mocirl?, nu cumva s? nu înÈ›eleg deÈ™ert?ciunea a tot ce-i p?mântesc. Ca È™i cum n-o È™tiam demult - orice copil o È™tie, pân? È™i câinele de pe strad?!

Non per molto! Non sarei stato più lo zimbello di un goffo Fato, privo di scopo, che non sapeva nemmeno fare il suo disgustoso lavoro... che mi innalzava in cielo solo per precipitarmi nel sudicio stagno puzzolente dello scoraggiamento, e intanto suonava la sua stupida canzone che conoscevo benissimo... che tutti i bambini conoscevano... tutti i cani randagi perfino... che nulla dura sulla terra... che tutto passa... tutto...