Quotes about Purpose
Mission arises from the heart of God himself, and is communicated from his heart to ours. Mission is the global outreach of the global people of a global God.
— Christopher Wright
I thought how little interest the men before me had in the results of the war, and how little knowledge they had of "what it was all about.
— Ulysses S. Grant
I'm not in the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls
— Victor Hugo
He thought incessantly, for he could not do otherwise; but he no longer took pleasure in his thoughts. To everything that they proposed to him in a whisper, he replied in his darkness: What is the use?
— Victor Hugo
The beautiful is just as useful as the useful.
— Victor Hugo
Nothing proceeds more directly and more sincerely from the very depth of our soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards the splendors of destiny.
— Victor Hugo
Alas! What are all these lives driven willy-nilly? Where are they going? Why are they like this? He who knows the answer to that, sees the darkness as a whole. He is alone. His name is God.
— Victor Hugo
Monsieur Mayor," said the bishop, "that is just it. I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.
— Victor Hugo
Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder 'why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I have no mission. No one has.
— Milan Kundera
But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion (compassion) or not.
— Milan Kundera
All human beings have always aspired to an idyll, to that garden where nightingales sing, to that realm of harmony where the world does not rise up as a stranger against man and man against other men, but rather where the world and all men are shaped from one and the same matter. There, everyone is a note in a sublime Bach fugue, and anyone who refuses to be one is a mere useless and meaningless black dot that need only be caught and crushed between thumb and finger like a flea.
— Milan Kundera