Quotes About Aspiration

He was a man who had never accepted the creed that others had the right to stop him. He set his goal and moved toward it...

Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach.

economic strength to make a start. How do you expect

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.

No importa que sólo unos pocos en cada generación comprendan y logren la realidad completa de la adecuada estatura humana y que el resto la traicione. Son esos pocos los que mueven al mundo y le dan su sentido a la vida, y son esos pocos a quienes siempre aspiré a dirigirme. El resto no me interesa; no es a mí o a El manantial a quien traicionarán: es a sus propias almas.   Ayn Rand Nueva

to settle down into a job that requires less than your mind's full capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion: decay—that

cardboard on the tips of his ten fingers, up the crimson-plushed stairway to Guy Francon's office. The cardboard displayed a water-color perspective of a gray granite

You'll get everything society can give a man. You'll keep all the money. You'll take any fame or honor anyone might want to grant. You'll accept such gratitude as the tenants might feel. And I—I'll take what nobody can give a man, except himself. I will have built Cortlandt.

man's life must be a straight line of motion from goal to farther goal, each leading to the next and to a single growing sum, like a journey...

Ellos eran el mundo; ellos y no los que permanecían agazapados en rincones obscuros, mendigando o amenazando, a la vez que mostraban sus abiertas llagas, como única aspiración a la vida y la virtud.

They never spoke of what they wished they might do in the future, they never wondered whether some mysterious omnipotence had favored them with some unknowable talent to achieve the things they wanted --- they spoke of what they would do.

The statue of a naked woman. If you understand the building, you understand what the figure must be. The human spirit. The heroic in man. The aspiration and the fulfillment, both. Uplifted in its quest - and uplifting by its own essence. Seeking God - and finding itself.

Every man is free to rise as far as he is able or willing, but it's only the degree to which he thinks that determines the degree to which he'll rise.

The place is built around it. The statue of a naked woman. If you understand the building, you understand what the figure must be. The human spirit. The heroic in man. The aspiration and the fulfillment, both. Uplifted in its quest - and uplifting by its own essence. Seeking God - and finding itself.

beauty. Let's surpass them all! Let's throw their sweat in their face. Let's destroy them at one stroke. Let's be gods. Let's be ugly.

El hombre existe para la consecución de sus deseos.

In Syria, being poor narrowed the world, especially for women. Dua never could have hoped to attend university, couldn't even have explained, probably, what a marketing course would entail or set her up for.

I always had a hankering for the security of impossible dreams.

Most people have a way of radiating their potential – not just what they are, but what they could become.

V]alue your dreams but . . . be wary of them also, . . . look for integrity in unusual places.

Dreams, Mr Nyazi, are perfect ideals, complete in themselves. How can you impose them on a constantly changing, imperfect, incomplete reality?

Razieh had an amazing capacity for beauty. She said, You know, all my life I have lived in poverty. I had to steal books and sneak into movie houses-but, God, I loved those books! I don't think any rich kid has ever cherished Rebecca or Gone with the Wind the way I did when I borrowed the translations from houses where my mother worked.

I left Tehran on June 24, 1997, for the green light that Gatsby once believed in.

Dreams, Mr. Nyazi, are perfect ideals, complete in themselves. How can you impose them on a constantly changing, imperfect, incomplete reality? You would become a Humbert, destroying the object of your dream; or a Gatsby, destroying yourself.