Homeless Motivational Quotes

Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.

Screw it. I'll be in my Mansion soon.

I’m cancer-free today! Cancer cannot keep up with my goals, enthusiasm, focus, passion, and determination. I will run you out of my body by not thinking about you, I will focus on what it will be like when you are gone.

In a soft, weak voice, she mumbled words that will motivate me till the end of time. Speaking barely above a whisper, Bea looked at me and said, "I'll be looking for you." She closed her eyes and slipped back into the coma. Those were her last words to me, and to all who knew her. "I'll be looking for you." And she will be.

Making these choices [to attend school instead of skipping], as it turned out, wasn't about willpower. I always admired people who “willed” themselves to do something, because I have never felt I was one of them. If sheer will were enough by itself, it would have been enough a long time ago, back on University Avenue, I figured. It wasn't, not for me anyway. Instead, I needed something to motivate me. I needed a few things that I could think about in my moments of weakness that would cause me to throw off the blanket and walk through the front door. More than will, I needed something to inspire me. One thing that helped was a picture I kept in mind, this image that I used over and over whenever I was faced with these daily choices. I pictured a runner running on a racetrack. The image was set in the summertime and the racetrack was a reddish orange, divided in white racing stripes to flag the runners’ columns. Only, the runner in my mental image did not run alongside others; she ran solo, with no one watching her. And she did not run a free and clear track, she ran one that required her to jump numerous hurdles, which made her break into a heavy sweat under the sun. I used this image every time I thought of things that frustrated me: the heavy books, my crazy sleep schedule, the question of where I would sleep and what I would eat. To overcome these issues I pictured my runner bolting down the track, jumping hurdles toward the finish line. Hunger, hurdle. Finding sleep, hurdle, schoolwork, hurdle. If I closed my eyes I could see the runner’s back, the movement of her sinewy muscles, glistening with sweat, bounding over the hurdles, one by one. On mornings when I did not want to get out of bed, I saw another hurdle to leap over. This way, obstacles became a natural part of the course, an indication that I was right where I needed to be, running the track, which was entirely different from letting obstacles make me believe I was off it. On a racing track, why wouldn't there be hurdles? With this picture in mind—using the hurdles to leap forward toward my diploma—I shrugged the blanket off, went through the door, and got myself to school.

Selfless help conquers homelessness.

If you ever wanna be motivated, go try and be homeless for a day and that will just light a fire under your butt like none other.

Thanks to yoga, I live every day in absolute bliss. Namaste!

You may have a Porsche, a mansion, a vacation home, and all the money in the world. However, I have the handwritten thank you note, the greatest heartfelt equalizer of all time.

Storms are a way of life! You don’t have to outrun a storm. Act Now! Be properly prepared and make the storm work for you!

Daily alone time My ability to embrace stillness and meditation was the momentum swing in my health transformation. I breathed in and out with the musical sounds of the Pacific Ocean. I breathed in life, energy, and the universe and as I breathed out, I felt every red and white blood cell washing the cancer cells out to sea with the waves.

Lots of people have been taught to see homeless folks as the epitome of laziness, and to believe that laziness is the root cause of homeless people's suffering. This tendency to blame people for their own pain is comforting, in a twisted way; it allows us to close up our hearts and ignore the suffering of others. This same tendency also keeps us running endlessly on the hamster wheel of hyperproductivity. When we view homeless, unemployed, or impoverished people as victims of their own "laziness," our motivations to work backbreakingly hard gets stronger than ever. The fear of ending up homeless morphs into the fear of not working hard enough, which in turn makes life an endless slog of pushing ourselves past the brink and judging anyone who doesn't do the same. Lacking compassion for a struggling group of people actually makes it harder for us to be gentle with ourselves. Fighting the Laziness Lie can't stop at just encouraging people with full-time jobs to relax a bit and take more breaks.

You see, Michael, the homeless have no voice. No one listens, no one cares, and they expect no one to help them. So when they try to use the phone to get benefits due them, they get nowhere. They are put on hold, permanently. Their calls are never returned. They have no addresses. The bureaucrats don’t care, and so they screw the very people they’re supposed to help. A seasoned social worker can at least get the bureaucrats to listen, and maybe look at the file and maybe return a phone call. But you get a lawyer on the phone, barking and raising hell, and things happen. Bureaucrats get motivated. Papers get processed. No address? No problem. Send the check to me, I’ll get it to the client.

Receiving gifts or blessings from our practice is no problem as long as they aren't our motivation; if they are, then we're only doing "halfway zazen.

Freedom is Chaos. It is the absence of structure, logic, control and discipline. A free person is a chaotic person. I don't want to be free. I enjoy my discipline. I like control. I like having a goal. I find it soothing to work hard. Freedom scares me. There is so little definition to it I wouldn't even know where to start. I don't like freedom. It's a ball of anxiety if you ask me. When I think of free people, I imagine hippies, alcoholics, drug addicts, homeless people, fat people and unscholarly teenagers.

We must let Him have His way, totally and completely. Let Him expose our pride, our selfishness. Let Him unearth our motives. Let Him show us when we are doing things—even or especially good, noble, godly things like caring for the sick or feeding the poor and homeless—because we want to be noticed or praised or admired. Remember that the same Jesus who healed and told the cured to keep it a secret, the same Jesus who at the peak of His popularity gave His most offensive and enigmatic sermon, the same Jesus who urged us to give in secret—this Jesus is at work in our hearts. He won’t let us get away with simply the right behavior; He wants innocent hearts, full of love and humility. There can be no other gods of fame and influence that we keep paying homage to, hoping to gain immortality.

I was expecting someone to pick me up when I had fallen. I was searching for shoulders to cry when I had tears in my eyes, I was looking for a home when I was homeless, I was looking for warmth when my heart was frozen. But then I failed to find anyone amidst my storms. So, now I'm rising alone, walking alone, wiping my tears alone and now I am into my own self with learned realities.

value of life is based on greed and selfish motives. It is time for African Christians to know and teach that the SAVIOR has a lot in common with Africans while he was on this earth. He was born, raised, and died in a colony. He drank the bitterness of rejection, and experienced the life of a refugee. He went through betrayal, loneliness, homelessness, misunderstanding, insult, disrespect, hunger, injustice, suffering, and death. If we want him to be truly a Savior of Africans, the Christ of Africa should not be devoid of the crown of thorns and the cross. He is not only a Savior from grief, but he is a brother who understands suffering and who can understand Africans. To be known by the crucified Christ as we should be known is a beginning of restoration of lost identity, of renewal and being human.

I love writing, but I would be able to love it more if that love wasn’t motivated by fear of homelessness.

We are not saying everyone must suffer, become a street kid , homeless or have a sad sobbing story in order to make it. We are saying everyone needs to make the best of their situation. Use every resource possible at their disposal. Don’t be discouraged because of your surroundings or background but you should do everything in your power to fight poverty. The end goal is not to suffer or beg anymore. 

Even if one’s motives are in fact less than sterling, no matter. As long as, at the end of the day, one does the right thing, they can sort out petty problems of intent later on. Only the most monstrous victim of hubris would, for example, not buy food for a homeless person simply because some onlookers might assume they did so out of ego, or even because they can’t be sure themself. To hell with your navel-gazing. Your neighbor is hungry.

The united strength of a society is mirrored through the vulnerable community it feeds.

Please remember, these homeless or long-term unemployed people were not born this way, they had an accident that brought them to where they are today. Allow them to one day tell the story of this perfect stranger who changed their life without asking for anything in return.

You know, you just kind of do the best you can and hold on to moments that feel a little better than others. You fall asleep and try not to think about the pressing time of past and future, compressing you from both ways, but you can’t let yourself get worried about it. You just have to try to fall asleep. And you put both feet on the ground when you wake up, seeing the sun that rose once again, despite it all, knowing that this is one of very few limited mornings that you will get to experience and you just have to stop carrying life like a burden. Life is not a burden. It’s not heavy to be alive. It’s weightless. It’s light as air. You’re just floating, a leaf through space, for a little while. You just have to learn to close your eyes more, or open them, when you can. You just have to learn to float with the current more, not fight against things. Change, movement, transitions ... you have to become one with the current. So what if you find yourself homeless and aimless, broke to the bones with no one to hold or call or care for? Go climb a mountain and sit above the world for an hour or two. Breathe in cleaner air and drink water falling through the cracks of the stones. Don’t take the photo and don’t share it with anyone. It’s still beautiful even if only you know about it. You hold this moment in your heart and you go forward for here, one step at a time, and you try to get moments like this, even with other people, down on the ground, and maybe sometimes you will find yourself crying at 4am by yourself but that’s all good. It’s all okay. Just soak up whatever life offers and don’t think too much about it. It’s all beautiful. Stop seeing life as a burden. Something heavy to carry. Life is not heavy. Life is weightless and you can dance through it like a thin fog a summer’s morning. It’s all beautiful.

They are not team players. They do not have an interest in helping others, only themselves. They are not motivated to do any self-improvement. When I first say this to people, I often get pushback.

My brave patriot of the planet, choose your purpose and go after it, with a death-defying zeal - so what if you go homeless for a while - so what if you go hungry somedays - you will survive - look at the animals, they go through such situations everyday, yet they manage to survive - so will you. So, stop worrying about the basic needs of survival and give your whole being to something meaningful.

It takes a society to combat homelessness, and a strong nation to fight poverty.

It sprang from their pursuit of intellectual detachment in observing human affairs, in noticing how our intentions and expectations so often differ from our actual performance. In Smith’s case, that detachment allowed him to see that the charity cases of commercial society’s “universal opulence” included not only the indigent and homeless at the bottom of the social scale, but the rich and famous at the top. It also led him to perceive the real significance of self-interest as a human motivation.