Ingvar Kamprad Quotes

If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!

The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.

What people want is a sense of a better future to come.

Hope is the magic carpet that transports us from the present moment into the realm of infinite possibilities.

Writers always think their greatest work is just ahead of them.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed for good roles to come my way.

With high hope for the future, no prediction is ventured.

For the United States of America, the best is yet to come.

We have to have dreams, even if they never come true.

Great expectations are better than a poor possession.

Man's only true happiness is to live in hope of something to be won by him.

The world awakens on the run And will soon be earning With hopes of better days to come It's a morning yearning.

We do not see faith, hope, and charity as unattainable ideals, but we use them as stout supports of a nation fighting the fight for freedom in a modern civilization.

If you want anything to work, Sunday, you're going to have to believe it

Hope is a passion for the possible.

I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.

"Hope, you see, Wal'r," said the Captain, sagely, "Hope. It's that as animates you. Hope is a buoy, for which you overhaul your Little Warbler, sentimental diwision, but Lord, my lad, like any other buoy, it only floats; it can't be steered nowhere. Along with the figure-head of Hope,' said the Captain, 'there's a anchor; but what's the good of my having a anchor, if I can't find no bottom to let it go in?"

Imagine the possibilities!

The purpose of life is to believe, to hope, and to strive.

Someday the sun is going to shine down on me in some faraway place.

I close my eyes and I can see a better day. I close my eyes and pray

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

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 ---

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.

Fantasizing about the future is one of my favorite pastimes.