Quotes About Ambition

A man who's not content with what he's got, well, more than likely he won't be content with what he hasn't.

It is my sad observation that some men always want more.

He wondered for an idle moment if he'd ever see her again, but it didn't look likely. You have to be realistic, after all, and getting through tomorrow seemed like quite the ambition.

She was not a woman to be deterred by hatred: not from her workers, not from her rivals, not from the men she bullied, bribed or blackmailed to get her way. It is when they truly hate you, after all, that you know you have won. So she met the seething dislike with effortless superiority, paraded past with her shoulders back and chin high. If she was to be cast as the villain, so be it. They were always the most interesting characters anyway.

Let us not fail, my ladies. Let us do more, always do more than we think we're capable of. As we embark on this journey, ask yourself now and every day—every bad day, every good day—if you have done your best." She paused; then, as she slowly swept her gaze around our little assembled entourage again, she said, "Ask yourself even now—especially now—as in the words of the poet Edgar Guest, 'Have you earned your tomorrow?

Don't worry about bitin' off more than you can chew. Your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger than you think.

We let our dreams take over. We stopped saying someday and started saying next year, next month, next week.

He's not ambitious. He never knew what to do, so he wanted me to give him instructions for everything, big and small. I'm a fast walker, and he's slow. I thought I needed a husband, because that's what we were told as little girls, right? Or maybe not told but shown. It didn't occur to me that I might be better on my own. I was carrying him,

Figure out what your gift is,Edward Adler, and then blow that shit up.

Sylvie aced the classes she was interested in but got C's or D's in everything else. Julia had operated her determination like a lawn mower and mowed through high school with the next step in her sights.

Her father had called Julia his rocket ever since she was a little girl—I can't wait to watch you fly, he'd say—and she was the one who fixed problems.

I always thought that I wanted that dream because I was romantic and destined to live a big life, but that wasn't true. I created that dream because real life scared me, and that dream seemed so far-fetched I didn't think it would ever happen. I'd never seen that kind of love in person. My parents loved each other, but badly, and they were miserable.

The dream was now in the air at risk of the elements beyond her grasp.

She was one of those people who seemed to regard busyness as a contest you could win. p. 246

When she was in high school she had believed that white people wanted their children to be president of the United States; that most of them worked hard with that goal in mind. And if not president--well, perhaps a cabinet member.

I am the granddaughter of a Welsh coal miner who was determined that his kids get out of the mines. My dad got his first job when he was six years old, in a little village in Wales called Nantyffyllon, cleaning bottles at the Colliers Arms.

As long as she is talented enough and passionate about doing it herself then I will be happy and support her. I think I will be sensible - my parents said I could only do it if I got my education and so I had something to fall back on.

In a society riven into 'us' and 'them', an ambitious young person might well want to be one of the group in the know, one of the unmolested. If there was never going to be an end to your country, and you could never leave, why wouldn't you opt for a peaceful life and a satisfying career?

The failure of women to produce genius of the first rank in most of the supreme forms of human effort has been used to block the way of all women of talent and ambition for intellectual achievement.

The failure of women to produce genius of the first rank in most of the supreme forms of human effort has been used to block the way of all women of talent and ambition for intellectual achievement in a manner that would be amusingly absurd were it not so monstrously unjust and socially harmful.

J'aime les gens qui prennent leur vie en main, moi ! Je n'aime pas les feignants qui se font plaindre.

Friend of the Gatsbys . . .

What we truly and earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense, we are. The mere aspiration, by changing the frame of the mind, for the moment realizes itself.

My parents were really, really cool about supporting what I wanted to do at a really young age. I think I was about 10 when I caught the bug. They would drive me down to New York if there were auditions. When I was 12, I did this show on Broadway called 'High Society ' so we moved to New York for the run of that.