Quotes About Purpose

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.

All art is immortal. For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of action is the aim of life.

I don't see anybody here to-night whom one could possibly call a serious purpose.

Every single human being should be the fulfilment of a prophecy.

Una grande passion es el privilegio de quienes no tienen nada que hacer.

making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

One must be serious about something, if one wants to have any amusement in life.

This is our purpose: to make as meaningful as possible this life that has been bestowed upon us . . . to live in such a way that we may be proud of ourselves, to act in such a way that some part of us lives on. This is our purpose: to make as meaningful as possible this life that has been bestowed upon us . . . to live in such a way that we may be proud of ourselves, to act in such a way that some part of us lives on.

But no earthly foot can step between a man and his destiny.

What would life be like if it were not futile? Futility is the foundation upon which it rests. On what other foundation could it have been based which would have held and never given way? A great idea can be undermined by another great idea and, in due course, be demolished by it. But futility is inaccessible, indestructible, immovable. It is a true foundation and that is why it has been chosen as such.

I want you to live as you would be remembered if you would die tomorrow

My purpose? What is my purpose?

I want you to live as you would be remembered if you would die tomorrow, because you might. Then if you do die, your spirit can rest peacefully knowing that you leave behind an honourable memory. If you do not die, then you will have set the foundation for a long life rich with integrity.

Si (...), divina. Y no divina por un error, divina por elección, por derecho.

Do you ever get moods when life seems absolutely meaningless? It's like a badly-constructed story, with all sorts of characters moving in and out who have nothing to do with the plot. And when somebody comes along that you think really has something to do with the plot, he suddenly drops out. After a while you begin to wonder what the story is about, and you feel that it's about nothing—just a jumble.

But why do you want me? I mean, what am I? Ask yourself that. I often have.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world?

A quién le puedo preguntar Qué vine a hacer en este mundo? Por qué me muevo sin querer, Por qué no puedo estar inmóvil? Por qué voy rodando sin ruedas, Volando sin alas ni plumas? Y qué me dio por trasmigrar Si viven en Chile mis huesos?

Do you not see that the apple tree flowers only to die in the apple?

De la vida no quiero mucho. Quiero apenas saber que intenté todo lo que quise, tuve todo lo que pude, amé lo que valía la pena y perdí apenas lo que nunca fue mío.

No es hacia abajo ni hacia atrás la Vida

No puedo sin la vida vivir, sin el hombre ser hombre

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?

I don't know anything about light, from where it comes nor where it goes, I only want the light to light up