Quotes About Ambition

Ne?u re?i da sam imala priro?enog dara za ples ili za bilo što drugo, ali sam zasigurno bila spremna uporno raditi dok ne postignem cilj.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

Ako uvijek imaš na umu svoju sudbinu, na svaki ?eš trenutak u životu gledati kao na priliku da se malo više približiš svome cilju.

Sometimes we go through the worst time by imaging how the world would be if our dreams come true.

Sencillamente no me gusta tener delante de mí lo que no puedo alcanzar.

Arthur Hailey

HAPPY: All right, boy. I'm gonna show you and everybody else that Willy Loman did not die in vain. He had a good dream. It's the only dream you can have-- to come out number-one man.

The world is an oyster but you don't crack it open on a mattress

Does it take more guts to stand here the rest of my life ringing up a zero?

I'm one-dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn't raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I'm not bringing home any prizes anymore and you're going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!

I don't know what the hell I'm workin' for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment–all alone. And I think of the rent I'm paying. And it's crazy. But then, it's what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I'm lonely.

On the day the world is blown up, the playwright whose show opened the night before will be leafing past the news section of the Times to find his review--as he ascends through the stratosphere, oblivious.

Because he's only a little boat looking for a harbor.

to go, Pop. Every muscle is ready. WILLY [at the edge of the apron]: You realize what

Willy was a salesman. And for a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell you the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

Willy: I am building something with this firm, Ben, and if a man is building something he must be on the right track, mustn't he? Ben: What are you building? Lay your hand on it. where is it? Willy [hesitantly]: That's true, Linda, there's nothing.

BIFF: I am not a leader of men, Willy, and neither are you. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash can like all the rest of them! I'm one dollar an hour, Willy! I tried seven states and couldn't raise it. A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I'm not bringing home any prizes any more, and you're going to stop waiting for me to bring them home!

I stopped middle of that I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that, Willy?

They believed, in short, that they held in their steady hands the candle that would light the world. We have inherited this belief, and it has helped and hurt us.

Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard.

WILLY: Biff is a lazy bum! LINDA: They're sleeping. Get something to eat. Go on down. WILLY: Why did he come home? I would like to know what brought him home. LINDA: I don't know. I think he's still lost, Willy. I think he's very lost. WILLY: Biff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such—personal attractiveness, gets lost. And such a hard worker. There's one thing about Biff—he's not lazy.

À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)

That I could clamber to the frozen moon. And draw the ladder after me.

All striving comes from lack, from a dissatisfaction with one's condition, and is thus suffering as long as it is not satisfied; but no satisfaction is lasting; instead, it is only the beginning of a new striving. We see striving everywhere inhibited in many ways, struggling everywhere; and thus always suffering; there is no final goal of striving, and therefore no bounds or end to suffering.