Quotes About Purpose

Pleasure without boundaries produces a life without purpose. That is real pain. No death, no tragedy, no atrocity—nothing really matters. Life is sheer hollowness, with no purpose. In

uses your life to fashion you for his purpose, using all the threads within his reach?

As much as that retrospective look troubles us, however, it makes for a fascinating confirmation that without God, the thing never would have happened.

From then on, my longings, my hopes, my dreams and my every effort has been to live for Him, who rescued me, to study for Him who gave me this mind, to serve Him who fashioned my will, and to speak for Him who gave me a voice.

Activity does not create meaning; it is the other way around.

La esterilidad crónica del alma y la incertidumbre ante el futuro se deben claramente al exterminio del espíritu.

Let us see how the threads of your hopes, your dreams, and your calling come into place spiritually, practically, and intellectually.

Dios entrenó a Moisés en un palacio para luego usarlo en el desierto. Entrenó a José en el desierto para luego usarlo en un palacio.

His earthly sojourn was not an origination, but a visitation.

Naturalism by its purpose engineers the displacement of the miracle and puts in its place explanations that defy reason. Those who smirk at His walking on water have forgotten the miracle He has already performed in the very composition of water. Think

Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.

Everything that happens before Death is what counts.

Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.

I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago. For a little while I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you.

Why live? Life was its own answer. Life was the propagation of more life and the living of as good a life as possible.

Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before death is what counts.

Every story I've written was written because I had to write it. Writing stories is like breathing for me; it is my life.

I have something to fight for and live for; that makes me a better killer. I've got what amounts to a religion now. It's learning how to breathe all over again. And how to lie in the sun getting a tan, letting the sun work into you. And how to hear music and how to read a book. What does your civilization offer?

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

The things that you do should be things that you love, and things that you love should be things that you do.

I feel alive for the first time in years. I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago. For a little while I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you. I suppose I'll have to do even more violent things, exposing myself so I won't fall down on the job and turn scared again

We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated out-flinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life? Faith had always given us answers to all things. But it all went down the drain with Freud and Darwin. We were and still are a lost people.

The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, you and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought. We have our fingers in the dike. Hold steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, we are, to our happy world as it stands now.

I love writing, it's the center of my life. If you don't love what you do, you'd better find something else to love. Otherwise, you don't have a reason for living.