Asa Butterfield Quotes

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.

There is nothing without reason.

It's hard to make something feel like it needs to exist.

Every character is asking: 'What's my place? Why am I here? I don't want the answer to be 'Just because.' You find your own purpose. Each finds the reason to be here and how to contribute.

For many, to live in a universe that may have no purpose, and no creator, is unthinkable.

I remember when I was growing up. My great wish was to understand who I was and how I fit in the world.

All of us want to live, and that is absolutely natural. However, we should learn from childhood on to choose our best way to die. If we don't do that, we end up spending our days like a dog, only in search of harbour, food and expressing a blind loyalty to his owner in return. That isn't enough to make our lives have a meaning.

It is only in the light of the inescapable fact of death that a person can adequately engage and enter upon the mysterious fact of life.

I don't know why I'm alive but I know there's a reason for it.

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.

The fact we exist merely means we exist. That's all it means.

'Do I have a purpose.' Right. And of course you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be on Earth. I really strongly believe that if we're here, it's for a reason.

Everybody has a purpose in this world.

Life is a prize, but to live doesn't mean you're alive

This world is nothing except it tend to another.

The purpose of life is life.

I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.

Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

It was not a life, if lived without love.

You are here for a reason.

The world of reason is to be regarded as a great and immortal being, who ceaselessly works out what is necessary, and so makes himself lord also over what is accidental.

If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.

Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt.

In the cosmology that's behind psychology, there is no reason for anyone to be here or do anything.