Quotes About Aspiration

Picking locks was not a skill he had ever cultivated, but he persisted day after day, turning the tip of his talon into different ways of approaching a keyhole. He never tired, and he ever gave up...because if there was any justice in the universe, he wouldn't be trapped here forever.

You think just because we got stars up here we can wish on 'em and make everything better

Wasn't that the greatest perk of a perfect world? That there were no limits to what a person could do or become?

Keep your eyes on the prize, although I think he should have also said Go after the prize, too; and maybe that's why prizes ever came his way, because all he ever did was look at them.

What is it that drives us to seek such lofty goals, yet tear out the foundations? Why must we always sabotage the pursuit of our own dreams?" "We are imperfect beings," Munira said. "How could we ever fit in a perfect world?

But as an artist, Ezra wanted to be more than just acceptable. He wanted to be exceptional. Because if he couldn't be exceptional, what was the point?

I should like to be on a scythe committee one day," Rowan said. Citra looked at him oddly. "Why are you talking like Faraday?" Rowan shrugged. "When in Rome…

Although we all have what we need, we're still allowed to strive for the things we want.

Copper aspires to gold, and glass to a precious gem

He could grow it into any style he chose. Be anyone he wanted to be. Wasn't that the greatest perk of a perfect world? That there were no limits to what a person could do or become? Anyone in the world could be anything they imagined. Too bad that imagination had atrophied.

She assumed she would go to college, get a degree in something pleasant, then settle into a comfortable job, meet a comfortable guy, and have a nice, unremarkable life. It's not that she longed for such an existence, but it was expected. Not just of her, but of everyone. With nothing to really aspire to, life had become about maintenance.

What must it have been like to believe in something greater than oneself? To accept imperfection and look to a rising vision of all we could never be? It must have been comforting.

With nothing to really aspire to, life had become about maintenance. Eternal maintenance.

He is at once a great lazybones, pitifully ambitious, and famous for unhappiness; for his entire life he has had practically nothing but half-baked ideas. The sun of laziness, which ceaselessly glows within him, vaporizes him and gnaws away that half-genius that heaven bestowed upon him.

Derrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse, Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins

L'idée que l'homme se fait du beau s'imprime dans tout son ajustement, chiffonne ou roidit son habit, arrondit ou aligne son geste, et même pénètre subtilement, à la longue, les traits de son visage. L'homme finit par ressembler à ce qu'il voudrait être.

Mida ambitsioossem ja peenem on hing, seda enam ta unelmad eemalduvad võimalikkusest.

Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins; Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes, Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor, — Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes! (Élévation)

I wasn't much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

Tell him to seek the stars and he will kill himself with climbing.

What will you do? Oh, hell, I'll write a novel about writing the screenplay and making the movie. What are you going to call it? Hollywood. Hollywood? Yes...

I hated them because they had something I had not yet had, and I said to myself, I said to myself again, someday I will be as happy as any of you, you will see.

He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here.