Quotes About Ambition

The books housed in one's first adult bookshelf are the geological bed of who we wish to become

Los títulos que forman nuestra primera biblioteca de adultos son la piedra basal de aquello en que deseamos convertirnos.

Don't forget that most men with nothing would rather protect the possibility of becoming rich than face the reality of being poor.

Go for it. I did. I am. And I promise, I will. "Mistakes" or not, it's worth it.

When it comes to believing in yourself, put your eye on the mark and don't blink. If you have a goal, a dream, or an aspiration…believe in yourself while you are on the way to your destination, and you will have already arrived.

Anything a person chases in life runs away.

Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore.

We will never accomplish anything worthwhile in life if we require the guarantee of success at the onset.

Usually one feels aimless because one isn't sure yet what one wants—until one does, a proper strategy can't be formulated." Charlotte studied Livia a moment. "But in your case, it's possible you know exactly what you want, but you're afraid to want it, let alone pursue it.

How can you help? If you will only . . ." He stopped. He had been trying, with no apparent success, to bridge the chasm between them. But that was not all he wanted, was it? No, he was far more ambitious than even he had realized. He wanted her to . . . "Fall in love with me." He heard, loud and clear, the words the truth serum compelled from him. "If you loved me, everything would be so much easier.

She should laugh at such ambitions on his part: nothing about him held any romance for her, not his crown, not his black heart, not his beautiful liar's face.

She had always known her own mind and been competent at everything she did. And he had always taken great pride in her—when she'd been the feather in his cap, the envy of his colleagues, a woman who, despite the elevated circumstances into which she had been born, had found in him everything she needed. Except that had never been true, had it? She'd always needed more. And now she had it.

Usually one feels aimless because one isn't sure yet what one wants -- until one does, a proper strategy can't be formulated. But in your case, it's possible you know exactly what you want, but you're afraid to want it, let alone pursue it.

Empires fall, ids explode, great symphonies are written, and behind all of it is a single instinct that demands satisfaction.

It has long been my desire to be a little worm in the fair apple of Progress.

"You can make it all right if you will only be satisfied to remain small," I told myself. I had to keep saying it over and over to myself. "Be little. Don't try to be big. Work under the guns. Be a little worm in the fair apple of life."

The young man's mind was carried away by his growing passion for dreams. One looking at him would not have thought him particularly sharp. With the recollection of little things occupying his mind he closed his eyes and leaned back in the car seat. He stayed that way for a long time and when he aroused himself and again looked out of the car window the town of Winesburg had disappeared and his life there had become but a background on which to paint the dreams of his manhood.

Most boys have seasons of wishing they could die gloriously instead of just being grocery clerks and going on with their humdrum lives.

He had always thought of himself as a successful man, although nothing he had ever done had turned out successfully.

If our family was poor, of what did our poverty consist? If our clothes were torn the torn places only let in the sun and wind. In the winter we had no overcoats, but that only meant that we ran rather than loitered. Those who are to follow the arts should have a training in what is called poverty.

Dreams then were to be expressed in building railroads and factories, in boring gas wells, stringing telegraph poles. There was room for no other dream and since father could not do any of these things he was an outlaw in his community. The community tolerated him. His own sons tolerated him.

Having made a few bicycles in factories, having written some thousands of rather senseless advertisements, having rubbed affectionately the legs of a few race horses, having tried blunderingly to love a few women and having written a few novels that did not satisfy me or anyone else, having done these few things, could I begin now to think of myself as tired out and done for? Because my own hands had for the most part served me so badly could I let them lie beside me in idleness?

Never did he succeed in getting what he wanted out of life and he did not know what he wanted.

He hoped to find some new method of making a living and aspired to become a professional breeder of ferrets.