Quotes About Ambition

That sound you hear is my dreams crashing and burning.

Push yourself to do more and to experience more. Harness your energy to start expanding your dreams. Yes, expand your dreams. Don't accept a life of mediocrity when you hold such infinite potential within the fortress of your mind. Dare to tap into your greatness.

Girls had to believe in anything but their own power, because if girls knew what they could do, imagine what they might.

When my son was born I had this dream that one day he might grow up to be a Nobel Prize winner. But I also had another dream that he might grow up to say, "Do you want fries with that?"

There are a lot of people in this world who sell themselves short. They don't try to achieve their dreams because they're too paralyzed by the prospect of failure. You

I had dreams of catching the ball for the final out in the World Series and being mobbed by my teammates. Well, I guess all my dreams didn't come true.

The kind of kid who is meant to suffer for the first twenty years or so, but then would take his software company public at age twenty-one and wind up married to a supermodel and driving a Ferrari.

reminding me that I must not s, reminding me that I must not fail.

If you can't be brave, be determined. And you'll end up in the same place.

Lisa Scottoline

Soar high, sweet

Decide what you want and do what gets it.' " Dom nodded. "Nothing else matters. No rules, no laws. Not what you should want. Not being right. Not your pride.

the French translation;

Let me, I like to.

Decide what you want and do what gets it.'

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

When in the world did anyone die from a dream?

Dreamers are born to be disappointed.

To believe in dreams is to spend half your life asleep.

attending USC or Occidental.

I thought about my brother. I hated him. Hated him like a child hates a fallen hero. I hated him for his unlimited potential and his failure to realize it. I hated him because I could see everything that was wonderful about him, how brilliant, how beautiful he was, and how he had turned his back on everything he could have been, cast it off like a designer suit for which he'd paid an obscene sum and never wore.

Birdie wondered why that so often seemed to be the case—once you had what you wanted, it was a shadow of what you'd dreamed it to be.

The more you want from the world, the more it holds you by the throat.

The watercolor sky—silver fading to blue fading to black, the high slice of moon and glimmering stars—reminded her that she'd always wanted to paint but didn't know how, was in some ways afraid of the idea of putting brush to canvas, of making a mark that couldn't be erased. The idea that she might create something that was laughable, pitiable, or silly had stopped her from ever taking a class or even buying paints. Foolish. It was foolish.