Quotes About Ambition

I don't spend too much time just kicking back.

I didn't have time for talent shows and stuff like that. I was into books and studying real hard.

I was writing from the time I was 12 years old, but I originally wanted to be a novelist.

It's tough to go to sleep at night, and I wake up after five hours because I feel like I'm wasting time. I just sit up at night and think about what I can do next.

Every time the light turns green, stay in the thick of competition.

Lack of genius never held anyone back. Only time wasted on resentment and daydreaming can do that.

I had to wait for a long time before I could support myself with writing. However, being a writer is what I have most wanted to be, from the time I was a child.

I loved cinema while growing up and, for the longest time, wanted to be a director.

Sometimes you have to fight for what you want,' Chip said, his expression set. 'Sometimes the fight is all you get.

Yes, I am smarter than you—all of you. And someday I will prove it! Someday you—with all your strength and charm and good looks—you, all of you, will call me master!

Power is like the bright and shining silver globe, Your Majesty. You won it and now you hold it easily. You see yourself reflected in its silver surface, you see youth and beauty and adoring crowds. And then, suddenly, the spikes! Your hands impaled upon the silver, shining globe. Not so easy to hold on to now, is it, sire? Not so easy to look on your reflection and see it smeared with blood! But you must hold on to it and endure the pain.

He writhed at the thought and vowed by the gods of magic, by all three gods of magic, that he would never return to Solace until he could do so with pride in himself and with power in his hand.

Being around humans over a long period of time taught me to understand that their impatience and ambition and their constant need for hurry, hurry, hurry is just their way of attempting to outrace their own mortality.

We both loved other things more, and that came near destroying us." "What things?" "Power, for one. Glory, for another. Pride, ambition, the need to control everything around us.

Even if I am twisted and warped." Raistlin's voice rose with harsh arrogance. "Yes, I am smarter than you—all of you. And someday I will prove it! Someday you—with all your strength and charm and good looks—you, all of you, will call me master!

Rule the world, Raistlin repeated softly, his eyes burning. Rule the world? You still don't undestand, do you, my dear sister? Let me make this as plain as I know how. Now it was his turn to stand up. Pressing his thin hands upon the desk, he leaned towards her, like a snake. I don't give damn about the world! he said softly. I could rule it tomorrow, if I wanted it! I don't.

I want to write. I've already told my mother: That's what I want to do-write. No answer the first time. Then she asks, Write what? I say, Books, novels. [...] She's against it, it's not worthy, it's not real work, it's nonsense. Later she said, A childish idea.

One night (I was eleven years old at the time) he came and shook me from my sleep and announced, with the same grumbling laconism that he would have employed to predict a good harvest to his tenants, that I should rule the world.

Il n'était ambitieux qu'avec nonchalance ; il était exigeant sans être avide, ayant de tout temps l'habitude de tout obtenir.

La gente que encontramos en las calles durante el día nos da la impresión de tener una meta precisa, que se supone razonable, pero por la noche parece caminar en sueños.

No perder nunca de vista el diagrama de una vida humana, que no se compone, por más bien que se diga, de una horizontal y de dos perpendiculares, sino más bien de tres líneas sinuosas, perdidas hacia el infinito, constantemente próximas y divergentes: lo que un hombre ha creído ser, lo que ha querido ser, y lo que fue.

Je ne dis pas que l'ambition soit un vice inutile ; elle peut servir à fouetter l'âme. Seulement elle l'épuise. Je ne sache pas de succès qui ne s'achète par un demi-mensonge ; je ne sache pas d'auditeurs qui ne nous forcent à omettre, ou à exagérer quelque chose. (p. 81-82)

decididos a no aprender más de lo necesario para cazar una sinecura, pobres diablos cuya fermentación de espíritu no era más que un brote de sangre que desaparecería con la juventud. Poco a poco, este desdén se hizo extensivo a sus amigos cabalistas, espíritus huecos hinchados de viento, atiborrados de palabras que no entendían y que regurgitaban en fórmulas.

As if, within their high-pitched cries and songs, there are coded threats.     'Sometimes you get what you want and sometimes you get what you need and sometimes you get what you get.' Extract