Quotes About Purpose

Never say that your life is to be a singer. You want to sing because it's a part of your life. But if you don't succeed as a singer, it doesn't mean you don't have a life and it's over.

Any entrepreneur has to prepare for a lot of dark days, and they've got to really like what they are doing, and they have to have a reason for it to succeed.

What I have to do now is figure where my passion is, and follow my heart; I've proven that if I have the passion for something then I can succeed. I haven't been listening to my heart in the last little while.

I pretty much believe, as everyone in the B Team does, that business must succeed beyond the bottom line. More important than profits is how you get to them. Measuring financial earnings and losses only is definitely not enough and has led us astray from creating a better world for all.

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

My Mama always use to tell me, If you can't find something to live for, you best find something to die for...

Don't live to fight, fight to live.

If you can't find something to live for, you best find something to die for.

Another thing about knowing who you are is that you know what you should not be doing, which can save you a lot of heartaches and false starts if you catch it early on.

You only need one good reason to commit to an idea, not four hundred. But if you have four hundred reasons to say yes and one reason to say no, the answer is probably no.

Don't try to be seen, God may be hiding you on purpose.

A hunter only shoots a deer he can see, if you ain't being seen you ain't doing nothing!

When God asks, "What is that you have in your hand?" it's up to us to find the answer. Everyone's answer is different. But there is something we all share. Everything is already inside you. All you have to do is mine it. Dig down deep and discover your thing.

Jesus is our true light, and he came to bring us out of darkness. Without Christ, we would be left wandering aimlessly in the dark.

I believe that everything that happens to you can work together for your good because I believe everything you deal with in this life is all for a reason and is supposed to make you a better person.

With this thought resonating, I realized that we all have gifts within, but they're too often hidden. We have gifts we have never used, even though they are within reach. If we only knew where to look, we would find them. These gifts are special. They might even change our lives and help make the world a better place. We all have gifts given to us by God.

If that idea of the meaningful is dropped, then you will see meaning in whatever you are doing in daily life.

You are living. As soon as you introduce the question "how to live?" you have made of life a problem. "How" to live has made life meaningless. The moment you ask "how," you turn to someone for answers, becoming dependent.

The plain fact is that if you don't have a problem, you create one. If you don't have a problem you don't feel that you are living.

We are not created for any grander purpose than the ants that are there or the flies that are hovering around us or the mosquitoes that are sucking our blood.

The right of bearing arms for a lawful purpose is not a right granted by the Constitution neither is it in any manner dependent upon that instrument for its existence.

Human existence and action are characterized by their capacity for meaning.28 No form of human life can be defined "without reference to meaning. It makes sense [Sinn] to understand meaning [Sinn] as the fundamental category of human existence."29

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance; we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

The days are long and quiet. They accumulate. There is no end to them. Picard walks the lanes around his fields. He broods. He writes—long, long books about great men and great deeds. Wine is made, and drunk. Winter comes, then spring, then harvest, then another deep cold winter. The cycle is endless. The huge clock ticks in the hall, eating time. His mind goes around in circles. What shall I do, now? Where do I go? Who am I?