Quotes About Aspiration

You sons-of-bitches all have bicycles! he said, I'll have a bicycle someday!

What do you want? Let's just start with the basics. Write down anything that you want in your life. These can be big or small things.

A DNA molecule in the germ-line of an individual who happens to die young, or who otherwise fails to reproduce, should not be called a dead-end replicator. Such germ-lines are, as it turns out, terminal. They fail in what may metaphorically be called their aspiration to immortality. Differential failure of this kind is what we mean by natural selection.

He was now a surgeon, and he assumed he would marry Ella, and though they had never spoken about it, he knew she did too. He thought that marrying Ella was another thing like completing his medical degree, receiving his commission, another step up, along, onwards. Ever since Tom's cave, where he had recognised the power of reading, every step forward for Dorrigo had been like that.

My purpose holds, To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die.

I do not hold to the old belief that professors like writers because they can see us fail in a grander and sillier and therefore more unequivocal way than they have. On the contrary, they like to see someone trying, giving it all up to set a permanent mark.

The most important thing now, as fast as conditions are changing, is that no Negro tolerate any ceiling on his ambitions or imagination. Good luck and don't have any doubts; you haven't time for such foolishness.

It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it. SOMERSET MAUGHAM

There is just this dream, this feeling, this urge, this desire. There is seldom any real proof, but the dream lives on.

To kill your dreams because they are irresponsible is to irresponsible to yourself.

si ser artista te parece demasiado bueno para ser verdad, te inventarás un precio a pagar por ese sueño que te resultará inasequible.

Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it you will land among the stars. LES BROWN

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do.

The truth is, we do know and we know that we know. Each of us has an inner dream that we can unfold if we will just have the courage to admit what it is.

Es algo de lo eterno al goce del minuto lo que tu empeño busca por la ruta encendida de los claros anhelos.

We live on the flat, on the level, and yet - and so - we aspire. Groundlings, we can sometimes reach as far as the gods. Some soar with art, others with religion; most with love. But when we soar, we can also crash. There are few soft landings. We may find ourselves bouncing across the ground with leg-fracting force, dragged towards some foreign railway line. Every love story is a potential grief story. If not at first, then later. If not for one, then for the other. Sometimes, for both.

It's easy, after all, not to be a writer. Most people aren't writers, and very little harm comes to them.

Every love story is a potential grief story. If not at first, then later. If not for one, then for the other. Sometimes, for both. So why do we constantly aspire to love? because love is the meeting point of truth and magic.

Yes, of course we were pretentious—what else is youth for?

I want a more difficult life, that's all. What I really want is a first-rate life. I may not get it, but the only chance I have lies in getting out of a second-rate life. I may fail completely, but I do want to try. It's to do with me, not you; so don't worry.

Beware of dreams," Elizabeth Finch replied. "Also, as a general rule, beware of what most people aspire to.

Vivimos a ras de suelo, en lo llano, y sin embargo aspiramos a elevarnos [...] Algunos se elevan por medio del arte, otros con la religión; la mayoría, con el amor. Pero al elevarnos también podemos caer en picado [...] Cada historia de amor es en potencia una historia de aflicción. Si no al principio, más tarde. Si no para uno, para el otro. A veces para ambos

Anyone who understood art knew that it never achieved what its maker dreamed for it. Art always fell short, and the artist, far from rescuing something from the disaster of life, was thereby condemned to be a double failure.

Finally she said, When I grow up, I'm going to live out here. I'll probably be a Miss Somebody, too... Don't grow up, I told her. It only gets more confusing.