Quotes About Aspiration

Ah, insan?n hedeflerinin olmas? harika bir ÅŸey. Bir sürü hedefim olduÄŸu için çok mutluyum. Üstelik hedeflerin asla bir sonu yok gibi görünüyor; en iyi taraf? da bu. Bir hedefine ula??r ulaÅŸmaz, hemen daha yukar?da ???ldayan baÅŸka bir tanesini görüyorsun. Bu durum hayat? son derece ilginç k?l?yor.

I was no longer satisfied with the small change of experience, which had hitherto contented me. I wanted to deal in larger sums.

Because he isn't cherished, he's allowed to aim beyond his parents' petty goals. He can leave all of them behind.

He thought living in a place where there were eagles to watch might encourage some pretty good dreams.

Everything starts as somebody's dream.

Så rusla vi hjemover. Snakka om alt vi skulle gjøre. Om The Snafus. Om hvor berømte vi skulle bli. Om sommeren, enda vinteren bare såvidt hadde begynt, om alle somrene i våre liv. Vi snakka om når vi skulle begynne på gymnaset og om når vi blei ferdige med skolen for godt. Vi blei svære i kjeften og vakre fugler fløy ut av ansiktene våre. Vi tok framtida på forskudd og den så sabla bra ut.

Most of the time a person wants something more than anything else. You can tell because at the end of the day that's what they're willing to fight for -Dan

The days never have been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before." . . .

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

Vanessa is set on children

a lavishly gifted underachiever who is gaining renown less for the canvases he paints than for those we hope he'll paint.

O how I envied him his feelings!

You know the reason I love the stars is because we can't hurt them: we can't burn them, we can't melt them , we can't make them overflow, we can't flood them or burn them up—so we keep reacing for them

And you know the reason I really love the stars is that we cannot hurt them. We can't burn them, or melt them, or make them overflow. We can't flood them, or blow them up, or turn them out. But we are reaching for them. We are reaching.

Maybe I'll be an artist if I grow up.

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When I was a real girl, my mother fed me her glass dreams one spoonful at a time. Harvard. Yale. Princeton. Duke. Undergrad. Med school. Internship, residency, God. She'd brush my hair and braid it with long words, weaving the Latin roots and Greek branches into my head so memorizing anatomy would come easy.

Just in case we forget that "weareheretogetagoodfoundation sowecangotocollegeliveuptoourpotentialgetagoodjoblivehap pilyeverafterandgotoDisneyWorld," we have a Job Day.

Maybe I'll be an artist if I grow up.

Of course I want to be a model. I want to paint my eyelids gold. I saw that on a magazine cover and it looked amazing-- turned the model into a sexy alien that everyone would look at but nobody dared touch.

Some people grow up knowing what they want to do; they color inside the lines, study at the right school, check off the boxes, and in the end they are handed the grown-up life they've dreamed of. That's mostly bullshit, for the record. Trying to figure out what you want to do, who you want to be, is messy as hell; the best anyone can hope for is to figure out the next step.

Every so often, one encounters a woman of her type who reaches past the distractions of position, pleasure, and society's assumptions to become something greater. And even more rarely, one finds a woman who craves not power, but the chance to create something new.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

Nothing big ever came from being small.