Quotes About Purpose

We do not exist for the sake of something else. We exist for the sake of ourselves.

The earth is not just for the clever and the strong. It must be possible even for weak and pitiful creatures — like himself and this old dog — to make some contribution in their lifetime.

I don't want to die in darkness any thicker than this. I want to bring some kind of resolution in my life.

We fought an enemy, invisible yet definite, who diligently worked to block us from our intended purpose, keeping us from the one thing that brought joy, that connected us to each other and to our Creator

I don't know how to choose work that illuminates what my life is about. I don't know what my life is about and don't examine it. My life will define itself as I live it. The movies will define themselves as I make them. As long as the theme is something I care about at the moment, it's enough for me to start work. Maybe work itself is what my life is about.

don't know what my life is about and don't examine it. My life will define itself as I live it. The movies will define themselves as I make them.

If we want a spaceship built or the distance of a star measured, we call in the experts. But when we want something really important done, we collect twelve ordinary folks to do it. As I recall, the founder of Christianity did the same thing.

You must understand something, Mr Thompson. What I do has nothing to do with the money or the bricks and steel that make a building. It's the people who matter. I'm able to give them a comfortable place to work or to live, a place where they can raise families and have decent lives. That's what was important to my father, and it became important to me.

The great majority of people hate what they're doing, Mr Douglas. Instead of devising ways to get into something they like, they remain trapped all their lives, like brainless insects. It's rare to find a man who loves his work.

The great majority of people hate what they're doing, Mr Douglas. Instead of devising ways to get into something they like, they remain trapped all their lives, like brainless insects. It's rare to find a man who loves his work. Almost invariably when you find such a man, he is a success.

Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

The intention that man should be happy is not in the plan of Creation.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

The individual does actually carry on a double existence: one designed to serve his own purposes and another as a link in a chain, in which he serves against, or at any rate without, any volition of his own.

If we are to take it as a truth that knows no exception that everything dies for internal reasons – becomes inorganic once again – then we shall be compelled to say that 'the aim of all life is death' and, looking backwards, that 'inanimate things existed before living ones'.

what the behavior of men themselves reveals as the purpose and object of their lives, what they demand of life and wish to attain in it. The answer to this can hardly be in doubt: they seek happiness, they want to become happy and remain so.

We will turn, therefore, to the less ambitious problem: what the behaviour of men themselves reveals as the purpose and object of their lives, what they demand of life and wish to attain in it. The answer to this can hardly be in doubt: they seek happiness, they want to become happy and to remain so.

I have, as it were, constructed a lay-figure for the purposes of a demonstration which I desired to be as rapid and as impressive as possible.

I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand,as in what direction we are moving.To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the windand sometimes against it—but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor

Love and work, work and love… that's all there is

could I justify doing something with my life, my one wild and precious life, that I knew, undone, would not be missed?

as long as there were still cedar trees and dogs, I reckoned I had a reason to keep going.

If you can't be proud of what you do, go and sell shoes. Do something else.

What do we mean when we ask what the point is? Reflection bakes no bread, but then neither does architecture, music, art, history, or literature.