“It is sometimes said that because of our past we, as a people, expect too much and set our sights too high. That is not the way I see it. Rather it seems to me that throughout my life in politics our ambitions have steadily shrunk. Our response to disappointment has not been to lengthen our stride but to shorten the distance to be covered. But with confidence in ourselves and in our future what a nation we could be!” PeopleWaySaidSometimesSeemsPastNationsToo MuchAmbitionSightDistanceResponseDisappointmentCoveredOur FutureOur PastStride Author:Margaret Thatcher
“Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight.” PastNightNumbersAll ThingsSightAbyssGuardedSlumberGatewaysGhouls Author:H. P. Lovecraft
“One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.” MenInspirationalWisdomMotivationalPastFearChangeLosesCourageAdventureTravelOceanDiscoverySightBraveryPatienceNovelistsLife ChangingExplorationShoreDaringTime TravelDiscoveringTraveledGraduationFunny TravelNew BeginningsAdventurousHave CourageGreat TravelInspiring TravelTravel The WorldTravel AdventureAdventurerAdventure And TravelEssayistsChange For The BetterLife Is An AdventureInspirational MilitaryInspirational AdventureRoads TraveledGreat AdventureLife AdventureCourage StrengthAdventure And LifeNew StartWant To TravelNew DiscoveriesTravel And TourismInspirational CourageNext AdventureInspirational Adventure TimeInspirational New BeginningAccepting ChangeTime And ChangeCourage To ChangeFear Of ChangeNew AdventureCreating ChangeDiscovery In LifeAdventurous SoulsShort TravelLife Changing LoveAdventure And RiskDiscovery And TravelDaring To Be GreatDiscovering The WorldExploration And AdventureAccepting Things Author:Andre Gide
“What joins the Americans one to another is not a common ancestry, language or race, but a shared work of the imagination that looks forward to the making of a future, not backward to the insignia of the past. Their enterprise is underwritten by a Constitution that allows for the widest horizons of sight and the broadest range of expression, supports the liberties of the people as opposed to the ambitions of the state, and stands as premise for a narrative rather than plan for an invasion or a monument. The narrative was always plural; not one story, many stories.” PeopleLooksStatesStoriesAmericaPastLanguageImaginationCommonRaceLibertySupportPlansExpressionAmbitionSightConstitutionNarrativeRangeEnterpriseHorizonMonumentInvasionPremisesAncestry Author:Lewis H. Lapham
“How can you shorten the subject? That stern struggle with the multiplication table, for many people not yet ended in victory, how can you make it less? Square root, as obdurate as a hardwood stump in a pasturenothing but years of effort can extract it. You can't hurry the process. Or pass from arithmetic to algebra; you can't shoulder your way past quadratic equations or ripple through the binomial theorem. Instead, the other way; your feet are impeded in the tangled growth, your pace slackens, you sink and fall somewhere near the binomial theorem with the calculus in sight on the horizon.” PeopleWayYearsPastFallProcessGrowthEffortStruggleFeetSubjectsVictoryRootsSightMathematicsTablesMathShouldersMathematicalHorizonPaceSquaresEquationsRippleArithmeticAlgebraTangledCalculusTheoremsMultiplicationStumpsSquare RootsHardwoodQuadraticsQuadratic Equation Author:Stephen Leacock
“My parents ... are more like cats. They accidentally had a litter of kittens, and then emotionally moved on to whatever ball of yarn rolled past their line of sight.” PastParentLinesCatBallsSightMovedKittenMoved OnYarn Book:I Like You Just the Way I Am: Stories About Me and Some Other People Source: I Like You Just the Way I Am: Stories About Me and Some Other People
“When the father dies, he writes, the son becomes his own father and his own son. He looks at is son and sees himself in the face of the boy. He imagines what the boy sees when he looks at him and finds himself becoming his own father. Inexplicably, he is moved by this. It is not just the sight of the boy that moves him, not even the thought of standing inside his father, but what he sees in the boy of his own vanished past. It is a nostalgia for his own life that he feels, perhaps, a memory of his own boyhood as a son to his father.” FeelsWritingLooksPastFacesMovingDiesFatherMemoriesBoysImagineSonBecomingStandingSightMovedNostalgiaBoyhood Book:The Invention of Solitude Source: The Invention of Solitude