Quotes About Potential

Most of us are capable of more than we believe.

Throughout the world there is an awakening to the fact that, just as a human being cannot hope to realize his or her potential without healthy self-esteem, neither can a society whose members do not respect themselves, do not value their persons, do not trust their minds. But with all of these developments, what precisely self-esteem is—and what specifically its attainment depends on—remain the great questions.

Our liabilities pose the problem of inadequacy; our our assets, the challenge of responsibility. Our strengths or virtues can make us feel alone, alienated, cut off from the common herd, a target for envy and hostility, and our desire to belong can overcome any desire to actualise our highest potential.

What we make an effort to learn and what we achieve is based, at least in part, on what we think is possible and appropriate to us.

No one is incapable of expanding his or her consciousness.

Our motive is not to prove our worth, but to live our possibilities

Whether you achieve what you want in life matters. Whether you are happy matters. Honor and fight for your highest potential. Self-realization - the realization of the best within you - is the noblest goal of your existence.

It is a kind of natural magic that enables these favored ones to bring out the hidden capabilities of things around them; and particularly to give a look of comfort and habitableness to any place which, for however brief a period, may happen to be their home.

Although they, once again, knew nothing about the island, they decided to sail for it, belatedly realizing that the potential terrors of an unknown island were nothing compared to the known terrors of an open boat in the open ocean.

There were good reasons for their interest, chiefly because Norway's long coastline offered potential naval bases to dominate the North Sea.

The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when 'should be' gets crushed by what is. Sometimes I think it would be easier to die than to face that, because 'what could have been' is much more highly regarded than 'what should have been.' Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.

Statistically speaking, there's a better chance that some part of me will go on to greatness somewhere in the world. I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

Who am I? The sum of your dreams, the thrill you refuse to grasp, the unknown you fear.

The way I see it, the impossible happens all the time; but we're so good at taking it for granted, we forget it was once impossible.

Today he failed to change the world. As for tomorrow, who can tell?

The way I see it, the impossible happens all the time; but we're so good at taking it for granted, we forget it was once impossible.

Wasn't it Jacqui who told us the human body is sity percent water? Well, now I know what the rest is. The rest is dust, the rest is ash, it's sorrow and it's grief... But above all that, in spite of all that, binding us together... is hope. And joy. And a wellspring of all the things that still might be.

I was never going to amount to much anyway, but now, statistically speaking, there's a better chance that some part of me will go on to greatness somewhere in the world. I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

Had she lived, who knows what she might have done. Perhaps she could have changed the world and redeemed her family name. I choose to be Scythe Anastasia. I vow to become the change that might have been.

Wasn't that the greatest perk of a perfect world? That there were no limits to what a person could do or become?

B)ut a second can split in a million different directions...

The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when 'should be' gets crushed by what is.

Wasn't it Jacqui who told us the human body is sixty percent water? Well, now I know what the rest is. The rest is dust, the rest is ash, it's sorrow and it's grief... But above all that, in spite of all that, binding us together... is hope. And joy. And a wellspring of all the things that still might be.

Dove tu vedi vuoto, io vedo possibilità