Quotes About Purpose

God is consistent with his nature and declared purposes in Scripture, but he is not limited to our finite understanding of him or the ways we think he should work.

Why create man in the first place? Man forsakes his Creator. Man desecrates Creation. Man consumes and excretes. Lusts and rapes. I am all these things. Why give life to a creature so depraved? A creature so incomplete? A creature so alone?

Sometimes it is not until the Final Chapter that you realise what a quest has REALLY been about all along.

There are some Questions, some battles, some Hiccups that are worth losing a world for. And perhaps even when all ends in disaster, you cannot do the wrong thing, if you do it out of love.

The world will need a Hero, and it might as well be you.

Evil is a departure from the way things ought to be. But it could not be a departure from the way things ought to be unless there is a way things ought to be. If there is a way things ought to be, then there is a design plan for how things ought to be. And if there is such a design plan, then there is a designer." — R. Douglas Geivett

Tomorrow will use you the way you use today.

People do what they have to in this life. We try to get from one end of it to the other with dignity and with honor. We do the best we can.

All the more reason for you to go

She told me that we'd never know if he'd taken too much medicine by mistake or on purpose but that really there wasn't much of a difference because even if he'd taken too much on purpose, it had been because he'd believed more medicine would make him feel better.

Perhaps fiction has, for me, served a similar purpose—what is a narrative arc if not the imposition of order on disparate events?—and perhaps it is my avid reading that has been my faith all along.

Having someplace in mind that you were traveling to was different from not having any place.

He guessed he wouldn't mind being a book. Books just did what they were made to do, like stars just shining out in case anyone cared to look.

Brother, even when you're on the track you aren't running on the track, don't you know that yet?

It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.

Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one's own life.

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

Man is a mistake. He must go.

Nothingness! To accept the great nothingness of life seemed to be the one end of living. All the many busy and important little things that make up the grand sum-total of nothingness!

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.

What we mean is that people may go on, keep on, and rush on, without souls. They have their ego and their will, that is enough to keep them going.