Quotes About Ambition

Put money in thy purse.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

These growing feathers pluck'd from Caesar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch, Who else would soar above the view of men And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

It will have blood they say - blood will have blood.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell. Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus...

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?

in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.

And Caesar shall go forth.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without (15) The illness should attend it.

And with a little pin bores through his castle wall and farewell king.

betimes I will—to the weird sisters. (140) More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,            For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

the essence of Macbeth is seeing a great and intelligent man succumb to the forces of darkness. What gives the tragedy

AÅŸa??da olanlar?n yükseklerdedir gözü; Merdiven ç?kan?n yukar?ya çevriktir yüzü; Ama son basamaÄŸa ulaÅŸt? m? bir kez Merdivene çevirir s?rt?n?, bulutlara bakar, Hor görüp birer birer bas?p ç?kt??? basamaklar?.

Of France and England, did this king succeed; Whose state so many had the managing. That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.