Quotes About Purpose

Lindy-hop could go back to being just a social thing. But where she belonged in life After the Meteor, was here. Here, she made a difference. Sprained ankle and all.

We cannot choose where we come from, but we can choose where we are going, and we can choose the routes we're willing to take to try to get there.

What is your agenda, Don Sebastien? What is it you want of me? Of New Amsterdam?

The Jacob's Ladder had brought Perceval and her people all this way, through the claws of the cold and cunning Enemy, even though she had been designed by the treacherous Builders to fail and kill them.

I was wondering, frankly, what kind of pointless gesture I could make just so I wouldn't feel like I was just dying passively.

In the souls of the craftsmen who carved this mine, utility was no excuse for a thing to be anything but beautiful.

She was what she was. She did what she did. I didn't think she worried about the whys and wherefores too much, come to think of it.

Cristokos had only scorn of service, and for those served, pity. But service was Kasmir's purpose, even when that service was best met through disagreement and argument. His service , however, had always been a chosen one. Cristakos's had been plundered.

We all have our own purposes in seducing thee, Sir Poet. Thee, and that which thou dost harbor.

Surely her sacrifice, my sacrifice, could not be in vain.

What is it that thou seekest, Elf-Knight? Thou hast not made that plain to me, but thou must have some use for me, or thou wouldst not have been so kind, so long.

Much as I'd like to feed her her own superior smile sometimes, I still want the woman to like me. And I want her to like herself enough to keep doing what we need her for. Because, God knows, I haven't got it in me to try.

We do not always do what we are built for.

External goals cannot hit internal targets.

You don't need to take notes; you need to take action.

Well, anyway, her death changed our lives for the better, because it brought a kind of awareness, a specific sense of purpose and appreciation we hadn't had before. Would I trade that in order to have her back? In a fraction of a millisecond. But I won't ever have her back. So I have taken this, as her great gift to us. But. Do I block her out? Never. Do I think of her? Always. In some part of my brain, I think of her every single moment of every single day.

He is invariably in a hurry. Being in a hurry is one of the tributes he pays to life.

I must have something to engross my thoughts, some object in life which will fill this vacuum, and prevent this sad wearing away of the heart.

Grown-up people seem to be busy by clockwork: even when someone is not ill, when there has been no telegram, they run their unswerving course from object to object, directed by some mysterious inner needle that points all the time to what they must do next. You can only marvel at such misuse of time.

A man must have succeeded in something to be happy, but a woman must be needed.

if it doesn't matter what you do, then how do you choose what to do?

I know now one must plan one's old age as surely as one plans any other stage of life. The tragedy of Cousin Josie's life is that she never knew what she wanted at any age—only what she did not want. She never wanted to marry nor to pursue a career, and in life, unlike grammar, double negatives do not produce an affirmative.

God uses the flawed, the failures, and the imperfect to accomplish His perfect will.

[O]ne of my favorite Sufi poems... says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.