purpose

Your highest purpose and calling is often really calling for your own healing

We must mend what has been torn apart, make justice imaginable again in a world so obviously unjust, give happiness a meaning once more to peoples poisoned by the misery of the century. Naturally, it is a superhuman task. But superhuman is the term for tasks [we] take a long time to accomplish, that__ all.

Every individual is unique with unique talents.

To find a happy ending with someone else, first you have to find it alone.

There exist words of mediocrity, songs of mediocrity, and life lessons of mediocrity. Advice of mediocrity, books of mediocrity and companions of mediocrity also are available.One may also meet songs of purpose that make us ponder to wonder, advice filled with authority to dare. We may also hear life lessons that can challenge and change us. What do you listen to? If what you listen to will not make you, it will mar you.

Your life plays out as a reflection of your genetic makeup and potentiality as expressed through your environment and choices. Love yourself enough to create an environment in your life that is conducive to the nourishment of your personal growth. Allow yourself to let go of the people, thoughts, and situations that poison your well-being. Cultivate a vibrant surrounding and commit yourself to making choices that will help you release the greatest expression of your unique beauty and purpose.

The truth is -- we are always highly motivated when something means a great deal to us. If I fell into a deep lake and I didn't know how to swim, I would become highly motivated in an instant. Climbing from the lake would mean more to me than anything else in the world. My effort would be no less than astounding and I would suddenly become one of the most excited and enthusiastic persons imaginable.

Amongst it all my soul craved one thing, Love, for it was the beginning and end of anything that will ever truly matter.

Life has a time limit. And we are changing all the time. So are our ambitions, desires, and purposes . . . The important thing is to find something that never changes in you.

Since when is failure more appealing? Never give up.

It was the same old question, whether a declaration of purpose might protect you from failure.

There seemed no answer. He wasn't resigned to anything, he hadn't accepted or adjusted to the life he'd been forced into. Yet here he was, eight months after the plague's last victim, nine since he's spoken to another human being, ten since Virginia had died. Here he was with no future and a virtually hopeless present. Still plodding on.Instinct? Or was he just stupid? Too unimaginative to destroy himself? Why hadn't he done it in the beginning when he was in the very depths? What had impelled him to enclose the house, install a freezer, a generator, an electric stove, a water tank, build a hothouse, a workbench, burn down the houses on each side of his, collect records and books and mountains of canned supplies, even - it was fantastic when you thought about it - even put a fancy mural on the wall?Was the life force something more than words, a tangible, mind-controlling potency? Was nature somehow, in him, maintaining its spark against its own encroachments?He closed his eyes. Why think, why reason? There was no answer. His continuance was an accident and an attendant bovinity. He was just too dumb to end it all, and that was about the size of it.

We move forward by having confidence within ourselves, with hope for a greater purpose.

The problem with this generation is they are so quick to define who they are in the process of searching. It is their need for immediate acceptance that keeps them from exploring further.

When Eleanor was a little girl, she'd thought her mom looked like a queen, like the star of some fairy tale.Not a princess - princesses are just pretty. Eleanor's mother was beautiful. She was tall and stately, with broad shoulders and an elegant waist. All of her bones seemed more purposeful than other people's. Like they weren't just there to hold her up, they were there to make a point.

This the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearning, _ This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face, _ This the thoughtful merge of myself, and the outlet again. _ Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? _ Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the _ _ _ _ _ side of a rock has. _ Do you take it I would astonish? _ Does the daylight astonish? does the early redstart twittering _ _ _ _ _ through the woods? _ Do I astonish more than they? _ This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

You have to make your own choices in life.

What God has for you, is for you. We can move forward with peace and confidence in that.