Quotes About Purpose

The things one had to do in life sometimes had nothing to do with what was fun or convenient.

knowing I had finally arrived where my life said I belonged.

What's the point?" I say. "There's no hope. There's no reason to keep trying." "Because you must," she says. "This is not hope. Not reason. This is your fate. This is your life, what you must do.

What I realized about the dreamland, however, was the power it once held simply by being withheld from me. It created yearning—and also purpose. It demanded the best of me to meet my purpose: diligence, intelligence, and an understanding of

Una persona ha de reflexionar sobre el origen de las cosas. Cada comienzo conduce a un fin determinado.

If you have a seriousness of purpose, which is to understand yourself, human nature, the world, and the conflicts that make us infinitely interesting, you will find the stories that you want o tell.

Sometimes I feel like I'm a pair of eyes and ears, and I'm just trying to stay safe and make sense of what's happening. I don't want pain. I don't want to die. I don't want to see other people around me die. But I don't have anything left inside me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.

God never wastes an experience or trial in our lives. Good or bad, easy or painful, he is able to use everything in our lives to grow us and make us more like him.

Aparte de un marido e hijos, necesito otra cosa a la que dedicarme. No quiero haber vivido para nada, como la mayoría de las personas. Quiero ser de utilidad y alegría para los que viven a mi alrededor, aún sin conocerme. ¡Quiero seguir viviendo, aun después de muerta!

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

I was not travelling away from human life, I was seeking my own fulfillment. Searching for heightened moments uninterrupted by life's daily exigencies.

Nevoia de a creÈ™te È™i de a tr?i intens e atât de puternic? în mine, încât nu-i pot rezista. Voi lucra, îmi voi iubi soÈ›ul, dar m? voi împlini.

Listen, if there are only two men in the world and one woman life is worth creating . . . there is life. The three of us can fight the tide of Spengler's asphyxiating gas—pessimism.

One goes to the magician, as one goes to the analyst, or any quack—to reaffirm one's own secret volitions. Not to be cured, not to be warned, not to be saved, but to become what one wants to be.

Our hankering for a state of leisure or leisure state is the proof of the fact that most of us are working at a task to which we could never have been called by anyone but a salesman, certainly not by God or by our own natures. Traditional craftsmen whom I have known in the East cannot be dragged away from their work, and will work overtime to their own pecuniary loss. Why Exhibit Works of Art?

It is only when the maker of things is a maker of things by vocation, and not merely holding down a job, that the price of things is approximate to their real value.

The longer I live, the more certain I am that there are no accidents in life. There are no chance meetings; everything happens according to a plan, regularly and in order.

The truth is that as soon as we are no longer obliged to earn our living, we no longer know what to do with our life and recklessly squander it.

Understand that the only possession of any value is life.

Existing is occupation enough.

One has to choose. The main thing is to know what one wants...

Rather than recount his life as he has lived it, he must live his life as he will recount it.

Take me away from here and give me some reason for living. I have none left. I have freed myself. That may be. But what does it signify? This objectless liberty is a burden to me.

De armoede van de mens is een slaaf; om te eten aanvaardt ze werk waarin ze geen vreugde heeft; alle werk dat niet vreugdevol is, is verwerpelijk, dacht ik, en ik betaalde de rust van velen. Ik zei: 'Werk maar niet; je vindt het vervelend.' Ik droomde voor ieder van hen van de vrijheid waarzonder niets nieuws kan ontbloeien, geen enkel kwaad, geen enkele kunst.