Quotes About Purpose

There's something outrageously simple about extending yourself toward a goal the way a plant seeks the sun's rays or a gopher the crunch of easy soil beneath his paws, and then getting exactly what you want , sunshine or some prized tuber.

Actor to Senderovsky: What awes you about the work you do? How does it humble you?

any life ending in death is essentially pointless.

If we are here for any good purpose at all (other than collating texts, running rivers, and learning the stars), I suppose it is to entertain the rest of nature. A gang of sexy primate clowns. All the little critters creep in close to listen when the human beings are in a good mood and willing to play some tunes.

The goal in life is not to attain some imaginary ideal; it is to find and fully use our own gifts.

What do I most love to do? (I love it so much I can do it for long stretches of time without getting tired or bored.)

Is it any duller than on EARTH? Whose inhabitants spend most of their lives trying to get laid, watching sitcoms on television, and grunting for money?

The heart of a man plans his way," says Solomon, "but the LORD establishes his steps" (Proverbs 16:9). We are to plan in the here and now, but we can do so in the confidence that the Lord is acting in our lives and in our circumstances, calling us to His purpose.

President Kennedy made his speech at Rice University that confirmed his commitment. This time I was more attuned to his words. On a makeshift stage erected on the fifty-yard line at Rice Stadium, Kennedy repeated the question that many had raised: "Some have asked, why go to the Moon? One might as well ask, why climb the highest mountain? Why sail the widest ocean?

It's easy to become anything you wish . . . so long as you're willing to forfeit your soul.

To find your true identity within the will of Tze Yo Tzuh...that is the highest of all freedoms.

I do not make mistakes, little monkey. A monkey I intended you to be. A monkey you are.

What I didn't know was that I don't need to act. I might want to act—just for the love of acting—but not because I need to earn the right to feel loved by God. I've got something much better. . . . I feel loved by the person I love.

Here is light. You will say that it is not a living entity, but you miss the point that it is more, not less. Without occupying space, it fills the universe. It nourishes everything, yet itself feeds upon destruction. We claim to control it, but does it not perhaps cultivate us as a source of food? May it not be that all wood grows so that it can be set ablaze, and that men and women are born to kindle fires?

Each of us finds his way, his place; we rattle around the universe until everything fits; this is life; this is science, or something better than science.

With him I hated the Autarchy, though I had no notion of what might replace it. With him I despised the exultants who failed to rise against the Autarch and bound the fairest of their daughters to him in ceremonial concubinage. With him I detested the people for their lack of discipline and a common purpose.

But there is no such reason to mourn the destruction of a colony of cells: such a colony dies each time a loaf of bread goes into the oven. If a man is no more than such a colony, a man is nothing; but we instinctively know that man is more. What happens then to the part that is more?

For no man lives long when his dreams are dead.

It's a shame that we humans are never able to pull in the same direction . . . [n]ot even when confronted by infinity.

In the silence, nothing was fragmented. There were no separate strands to gather together, to fumble, to complete for attention. In the silence, all of that fell away, and there was only what was here, and what was to be done.

You know, all the evil in the world, all the sadness comes from not having a good answer to that question: What do I do next? You just keep thinking of good things to do, lad. You'll be all right. We'll all be all right. I wanted you to know that.

By my existence I am nothing more than an empty place, an outline,that is reserved within being in general. Given with it, though, is the duty to fill in this empty place. That is my life.

It is not the purpose of philosophy to edify

My inference will be that you mean nothing at all. That you employ words to no manner or purpose without any design or signification whatsoever. And I leave it to you to consider how mere jargon should be treated.