Quotes About Ideals

Romanticism, so often ill-defined, is only ... liberalism in literature.

La vejez no hace presa en los genios de lo ideal; para los Dante y los Miguel Ángel, envejecer es crecer; para los Aníbal y los Bonaparte, ¿es menguar?

How could you hold on to ideals when you were sick and cold and starving?

How long could hungry, homeless, starving people stand up for an idea?

Do people really want liberty, equality, fraternity? Is it not some manner of speaking?

We lost the knowledge of God," he went on to say, "at the moment when we transformed the Ecclesia from experience into theology, from a living reality into moralistic principles, good values, and high ideals. When that happened," Father Maximos said humorously, "we became like tin cans with nothing inside.

A civilization is as great as its dreams, and its dreams are dreamt by artists.

Utopias are often just premature truths.

The nineteenth century was completely lacking in logic, it had cosmic terms and hopes, and aspirations, and discoveries, and ideals but it had no logic.

Entonces Don Quijote comprendió de qué clase de paño estaban hechas las mujeres, sin excluir las que parecen angelicales, y cobró odio hasta contra la poesía que tan poca ayuda le había prestado

What you stand for is what makes you stand out, not your standing. So, I never worry about my standing, only my stand.

Destiny, Fate, Dreams, These unstoppable ideals are held deep in the heart of man; as long as there are people who seek freedom in this life; these things shall not vanish from the earth.

The Soviet government is the most realistic regime in the world — no ideals.

Of course we're Christian. The very name of the church declares that. The more people see us and come to know us, the more I believe they will come to realize that we are trying to exemplify in our lives and in our living the great ideals which (Jesus Christ) taught.

Give expression to the noble desires that lie in you heart.

The arts, quite simply, nourish the soul. They sustain, comfort, inspire. There is nothing like that exquisite moment when you first discover the beauty of connecting with others in celebration of larger ideals and shared wisdom.

The destruction of ideals, whether those ideals were right or wrong, must also have been a shock to the mind and the heart. Life without idealism is empty indeed. We must have hope as we must have bread; to eat bread without hope is still slowly to starve to death.

Man cannot be worked worse than a horse is worked, and be housed and fed as a pig is housed and fed, and at the same time have clean and wholesome ideals and aspirations.

He is a better man than you are. […] His 'human fictions,' as you choose to call them, make for nobility and manhood. You have no fictions, no dreams, no ideals. You are a pauper.

But I know nothing, and want to know nothing, of troubles and conflicts and war! I am a man of peace!' 'And I no less! But even men of peace must learn to fight. The world is often brutal, and not everyone shares our ideals. Therefore, you must be prepared to defend yourself and your loved ones, or reconcile yourself to slavery.

I am going to talk to you three times a week from a country that is fighting for its life. Inevitably I'm going to get called by that terrifying word "propagandist." But of course I'm a propagandist. Passionately I want my ideas—our ideas—of freedom and justice to survive. Vernon Bartlett, May 28, 1940, during the inaugural broadcast of the British Broadcasting Corporation's North American Service

Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful

Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all, heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.

You may be keeping accounts, and presently you shall walk out of the door that for so long has seemed to you the barrier of your ideals, and shall find yourself before an audience—the pen still behind your ear, the ink stains on your fingers and then and there shall pour out the torrent of your inspiration.