Quotes About Purpose

I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.

He had got himself a life. Now he had to find a purpose in it.

Forty-two! yelled Loonquawl. Is that all you've got to show for seven and a half million years' work? I checked it very thoroughly, said the computer, and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.

Deep in the fundamental heart of mind and Universe there is a reason.

No one really knows what mattresses are meant to gain from their lives either. They are large, friendly, pocket-sprung creatures that live quiet private lives in the marshes of Sqornshellous Zeta. Many of them get caught, slaughtered, dried out, shipped out and slept on. None of them seems to mind this and all of them are called Zem.

I rarely end up where I was intending to go, but often I end up somewhere I needed to be.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I've ended up where I needed to be.

He was a man with a purpose. Not a very good purpose, as he would have been the first to admit, but it was at least a purpose, and it did at least keep him on the move.

People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people from point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people from point A are so keen to get there. They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be." ? Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to work?

Ah . . . ! What's happening? it thought. Er, excuse me, who am I? Hello? Why am I here? What's my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Calm down, get a grip now . . . oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it?

His name was Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged. He was a man with a purpose. Not a very good purpose, as he would have been the first to admit, but it was at least a purpose and it did keep him on the move.

He experienced one of those "self" moments, one of those moments when you suddenly turn around and look at yourself and think "Who am I? What am I up to? What have I achieved? Am I doing well?" He whimpered very slightly.

La storia di tutte le maggiori civiltà galattiche tende ad attraversare tre fasi distinte ben riconoscibili, ovvero le fasi della Sopravvivenza, della Riflessione e della Decadenza, altrimenti dette fasi del Come, del Perché e del Dove. La prima fase, per esempio, è caratterizzata dalla domanda 'Come facciamo a procurarci da mangiare?', la seconda dalla domanda 'Perché mangiamo?' e la terza dalla domanda 'In quale ristorante pranziamo oggi?

Life is wasted on the living.'

Try and understand his problem,' insisted Ford. 'Here he is, poor lad, his entire life's work is stamping around, throwing people off spaceships . . .' 'And shouting,' added the guard. 'And shouting, sure,' said Ford patting the blubbery arm clamped round his neck in friendly condescension, '. . . and he doesn't even know why he's doing it!

Poor Arthur, you're not really cut out for this life, are you?" "You call this life?" "You're beginning to sound like Marvin." "Marvin's the clearest thinker I know.

the first phase is characterized by the question How can we eat?, the second by the question Why do we eat?, and the third by the question Where shall we have lunch?

There are of course many problems connected with life, of which some of the most popular are: Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?

There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

Earthman, the planet you lived on was commissioned, paid for, and run by mice. It was destroyed five minutes before the completion of the purpose for which it was built, and we've got to build another one.

Why am I here? What's my purpose in life?

Sir,' I said to the universe, 'I exist.' 'That,' said the universe, 'creates no sense of obligation in me whatsoever.