Quotes About Aspiration

A mennyekbe sóvárgunk? – hisz a Földnek is szégyenére válunk!

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined

Success usually comes to those who are too busy looking for it.

Why has man rooted himself thus firmly in the earth, but that he may rise in the same proportion into the heavens above?—for the nobler plants are valued for the fruit they bear at last in the air and light, far from the ground

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.

I value and trust those w^ho love and praise my aspiration rather than my performance.

A voice said to him—Why do you stay here and live this mean moiling life, when a glorious existence is possible for you? Those same stars twinkle over other fields than these.—But how to come out of this condition and actually migrate thither? All that he could think of was to practise some new austerity, to let his mind descend into his body and redeem it, and treat himself with ever increasing respect.

I take up my own pen again - the pen of all my old unforgettable efforts and sacred struggles. To myself - today - I need say no more. Large and full and high the future still opens. It is now indeed that I may do the work of my life. And I will.

You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground.

Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she might find herself some day in a difficult position, so that she should have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.

Living as he now lived was like reading a good book in a poor translation – a meagre entertainment for a young man who felt that he might have been an excellent linguist. He

if I dont do something on the grand scale, it is that my genius is altogether imitative, and that I have nor recently encountered any very striking models of grandeur.

What's a man,' she pursued, 'especially an ambitious one, without a variety of ideas?

I never was what I should be.

For it was of no use, she had an unquenchable desire to think well of herself.

We may sometimes point out a road we are unable to follow.

She wants to be magnificent. She is, said the Colonel almost cynically. She wants--his wife now had it fast to be thoroughly superior, and she's capable of that. Of wanting to? Of carrying out her idea. And what IS her idea? To see Maggie through. Bob Assingham wondered. Through what? Through everything. She KNOWS the Prince.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.

All I ask of life, he says, is a bunch of books, a bunch of dreams, and a bunch of cunt.

Over there you think of nothing but becoming President of the United States some day. Potentially every man is Presidential timber. Here it's different. Here every man is potentially a zero. If you become something or somebody it is an accident, a miracle.

By choosing to live above the ordinary level we create extraordinary problems for ourselves.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?

One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the props have been knocked from under it. There must be another world beside this swamp in which everything is dumped pell-mell. It's hard to imagine what it can be like, this heaven that men dream about.