Quotes About Ambition

I live on a park bench, You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner-- You got a butler and maid. But I'm wakin' up! Say, ain't you afraid That I might, just maybe, In a year or two, Move on over To Park Avenue?

Hold onto your dreams

And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose slowly, slowly, Dimming, Hiding, The light of my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall.

When a woman wants to get ahead, she cannot tie a millstone to her feet. Most men is millstones.

Hold fast to dreams

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.

Ambition has one heel nailed in well, though she stretch her fingers to touch the heavens.

Usually when I drank too much, I could guess why I did so, the objective being to murder a state of consciousness that I didn't have the courage to sustain--a fear of heights, which sometimes during the carnival of the 1960s accompanied my attempts to transform the bourgeois journalist into an avant-garde novelist. The stepped-up ambition was a commonplace among the would-be William Faulkners of my generation; nearly always it resulted in commercial failure and literary embarrassment.

Someone remind me why I didn't want to be an accountant when I grew up," Brock drawled. Niko chuckled. "Because accountants don't get to make things go boom.

Once you are labeled 'the best' you want to stay up there, and you can't do it by loafing around.

when you think you have done enough, do a little more, because someone out there is working harder than you.

But if you have to choose between someone with a staggering IQ and an elite education who's gliding along, and someone with a lower IQ but who is absolutely determined to succeed, you'll always do better with the second person.

The bar is high. But now you have a ladder.

When you're not concerned with succeeding, you can work with complete freedom.

I wanted to make a living, but I really was not interested in money at all. I was interested in being a great comedian.

The only question to ask yourself is, how much are you willing to sacrifice to achieve this success.

Who are these people, I don't want to be like these people, I don't want to be like anybody in Mt. Rainier, Maryland, ever, ever, ever. Imagine complaining about the price of food and getting up at 6:30 every morning to go to work.

There is only one Long Day's Journey into Night. There is only one Death of a Salesman