Quotes About Striving

What I will no longer accept is the mediocre life of a modest little gentleman.

That's all any of us can do. Try. sometimes I think it's not the winning or the losing, or even the right and wrong of things, it's the trying that makes us keep on living and hoping.

The best fiction is often how we interpret our own lives and what we see as our common due. It is created usually as a means of avoiding reality which, if seriously considered, might negate our ability to strive for what might seem impossible.

I think if you'll look around, my boy,' he said gently, 'you'll find that no one is quite right. But we all do the best we can.

Evil is only imperfection, that which is not complete, which is becoming, but has not yet found its end.

I may not be the strongest. I may not be the fastest. But I'll be damned if I'm not trying my hardest.

I haven't done nothing in this league. Every day I come into practice or come into a game, I'm just trying to prove myself.

I just want to prove that I am really good at something. And I haven't quite done that yet - at least not to myself. I know I could ride so much better, with more ease, with more finesse. I feel I'm nowhere near as good as I should be.

God helps him who strives hard.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---

He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.

A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

This is what I think now; that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. I think also that in an adult the desire to be finer in grain than you are, a constant striving (as those people say who gain their bread by saying it) only adds to this unhappiness in the end--that end that comes to our youth and hope.

If you want to be prominent, get out and try for something.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired

we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

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Cuànto nos hemos esmerado para conservar intacta nuestra ignorancia, para lanzarnos en brazos de una libertad, de una despreocupaciòn, de una imprudencia, de un entusiasmo y de una alegrìa de vivir casi inconcebibles, para gozar de la vida!

Adoramos a perfeição, porque não a podemos ter; repugná-la-íamos, se a tivéssemos. O perfeito é desumano, porque o humano é imperfeito.

I want to tell you how the desire to achieve something far outstrips what we actually achieve. I want to recite to you the litany of despair while you listen intently. There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect.

There is no work of art that could not have been more perfect. Read line by line, no poem, however great, has no single line that could not be improved upon, no episode that could not be more intense, and the whole is never so perfect that it could not be even more perfect. Woe betide the artist who notices this, who one day thinks this. His work can never again be a joy, he will never again sleep peacefully. He'll become a young man bereft of youth and grow old discontentedly.

Siempre he creído que la virtud estaba en obtener lo que no se alcanza, en vivir donde no se está, en estar más vivo después de muerto que cuando se estaba vivo, en conseguir, en fin, algo difícil, absurdo, en vencer, como un obstáculo, la propia realidad del mundo.

Whenever I've tried to free my life from a set of the circumstances that continually oppress it, I've been instantly surrounded by other circumstances of the same order, as if the inscrutable web of creation were irrevocably at odds with me. I yank from my neck a hand that was choking me, and I see that my own hand is tied to a noose that fell around my neck when I freed it from the stranger's hand. When I gingerly remove the noose, it's with my own hands that I nearly strangle myself.