Quotes About Purpose

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

Man's reach much exceed his grasp, or what is heaven for?

He married, but not happily. He hated his wife for breathing with lungs, which crayfish do not possess. He divorced his wife – and spent the rest of his life in the service of an idea.

In the worst of times music is a promise that times are meant to be better. Ultimately, its most important political purpose is to keep us human under fire.

And what mostly made that feller a loser was he didn't want nuthin' bad enough.

Sometimes I wake up at night in a panic. Wondering: What will my life be like? And sometimes I even wonder: Who am I? What am I doing here, on this planet, in this city, in this house? And it gives me the shivers, makes me panic.

I said, "He wants to matter." "Oh, please." "Josh made a sign for the wall in his apartment. One word. It says 'Matter.' A reminder, I guess, to do something that matters.

If you've got fifty goals," the governor once lectured the Texas Education Agency, "you've got no goals.

It is only the promise of death that makes life worth living.

Why do we marry, why take friends and lovers? Why give ourselves to music, painting, chemistry or cooking? Out of simple delight in the resident goodness of creation, of course; but out of more than that, too. Half earth's gorgeousness lies hidden in the glimpsed city it longs to become.

Thinking of it, and doing it… they're not the same.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight.

What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.

Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight.

For I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep.

But yield who will their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sakes.

In fetid darkness still to live and run-- And all for nothing it had ever done Except forget to go in fear perhaps. No one would know except for ancient maps That such a brook ran water.

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are

but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.

For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfil.

I often say that I don't worry about the meaning of life--I can't handle that big stuff. What concerns me is the meaning in life--day by day, hour by hour, while I'm doing whatever it is that I do. What counts is not what I do, but how I think about myself while I'm doing it.

Making a living and having a life are not the same thing. Making a living and making a life that's worthwhile are not the same thing. Living the good life and living a good life are not the same thing. A job title doesn't even come close to answering the question. What do you do?.