Those who look behind will never see beyond.
Sherry K. WhiteTag: future purpose vision dream destiny kingdom-of-god
When you lost sight of your path, listen for the destination in your heart (Allen Walker, D-gray Man)
Katsura HoshinoTag: life inspirational purpose manga destination
I have more wisdom than any books ever written in history of times, any scripture ever written which you rhyme but this is not my purpose.
Santosh KalwarTag: wisdom life poetry purpose book
Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.
Stephen R. DonaldsonTag: purpose emotion gentleness
The only purpose of our lives consists in waking each other up and being there for each other.
Johanna PaunggerTag: purpose meaning-of-life ispirational
The circumstances of the world are so variable that an irrevocable purpose or opinion is almost synonymous with a foolish one.
William SewardTag: purpose opinions change foolishness
The magic of purpose and of love in its purest form. Not televison love, with its glare and hollow and sequined glint; not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess, but just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine, like a surprise found in your pocket.
Deb CalettiTag: life love purpose rain magic surprise
They who reach down into the depths of life where, in the stillness, the voice of God is heard, have the stabilizing power which carries them poised and serene through the hurricane of difficulties.
Spencer W. KimballIntelligence minus purpose equals stupidity.
Toba BetaTag: intelligence purpose stupidity
No! I don't want to speak of that! But I'm going to. I want you to hear. I want you to know what's in store for you. There will be days when you'll look at your hands and you'll want to take something and smash every bone in them, because they'll be taunting you with what they could do, if you found a chance for them to do it, and you can't find that chance, and you can't bear your living body because it has failed those hands somewhere. There will be days when a bus driver will snap at you as you enter a bus, and he'll be only asking for a dime, but that won't be what you hear; you'll hear that you're nothing, that he's laughing at you, that it's written on your forehead, that thing they hate you for. There will be days when you'll stand in the corner of a hall and listen to a creature on a platform talking about buildings, about the work you love, and the things he'll say will make you wait for somebody to rise and crack him open between two thumbnails; and then you'll hear people applauding him, and you'll want to scream, because you won't know whether they're real or you are, whether you're in a room full of gored skulls, or whether someone has just emptied your own head, and you'll say nothing, because the sounds you could make - they're not a language in that room any longer; but you'd want to speak, you won't anyway, because you'll be brushed aside, you who have nothing to tell them about buildings! Is that what you want?
Ayn RandTag: perception purpose creativity objectivism
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