Quotes About Purpose

It is not given to men to know the ends of their journeys, Medwyn answered. It may be that you will never return to the places dearest to you. But how can that matter, if what you must do is here and now?

Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us?

I, too, shall seek honor. But I shall seek it where I know it will be found.

It is not given to men to know the ends of their journeys...It may be that you will never return to the places dearest to you. But how can that matter, if what you must do is here and now?

He is here now, Taran said quietly. He has long sought you and in ways even he himself did not know. Now that he has found you, can you not find your path back to him?

It is not given to men to know the ends of their journeys," Medwyn answered. "It may be that you will never return to the places dearest to you. But how can that matter, if what you must do is here and now?

Go, he said. This is your journey, your battle. Be brave. Find your gift. Use it to save what you love.

Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything. "And

Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it.

Forward momentum only worked as a strategy if one had correctly identified which way was forward.

Real destiny takes everything—the last drop of blood, and strip out your veins to be sure—and gives it back doubled. Quadrupled. A thousand-fold! But you can't give halves. You have to give it all. I know. I swear. I've come back from the dead to speak the truth to you. Real destiny gives you a mountain of life, and puts you on top of it.

If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?

The gods do not grant miracles for our purposes, but for theirs. If you are become their tool, it is for a greater reason, an urgent reason. But you are the tool. You are not the work.

Identity. That's my elephant. The thought came with certainty, without the question mark on the end this time. Not fame, exactly, though recognition was some kind of important cement for it. But what you were was what you did. And I did more, oh yes. If a hunger for identity were translated into, say, a hunger for food, he'd be a more fantastic glutton than Mark ever dreamed of being. Is it irrational, to want to be so much, to want so hard it hurts? And how much, then, was enough?

It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart's hope. It was what I wanted to be.

God made them, they must have a purpose, but then, God made lions, wolves, and head lice, too.

What can the gods give me?" His brows twitched up in an expression of remarkably disingenuous goodwill. "Why, work, sweet Ista!

Don't get so involved in the duties of your life and your children that you forget the pleasure. Remember why you had children.

Hoping meant you had something to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain.

All that is is so because it was to be. Rail not, therefore, against what is, for it was all to be.

Good works will be recognized ultimately, but if you work for the recognizion alone, you may be in for a long wait.

Don't make your own life your project in your own life: total waste of time.

If you're bored with life, if you don't get up every morning with a burning desire to do things, you don't have enough goals.

I can't believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary.