Fran Lebowitz Quotes

Don't keep reaching for the stars because you'll just look like an idiot stretching that way for no reason.

I want to do everything. That's my problem.

Reaching for the stars, perfectionists may end up clutching at air.

I'm one of those people who really wants to do everything. And if I had enough time, I really would.

There's an expression: Great is the enemy of the good. Sometimes in trying to be great, you make a mess of things.

I'm one of those people who always tries to overachieve. I want to do more. I want to do bigger things.

It is by attempting to reach the top in a single leap that so much misery is produced in the world.

I got ideas above my station, and I made mistakes.

If you get too big for your boots, if you've got big dreams, you're gonna get them broken or shattered.

When you want too much, you don't usually achieve much.

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

Whoever prematurely begins a work that is above his strength receives nothing, but only brings harm upon himself.

Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with a harness that does not belong to it.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

By trying to do too much, you risk not doing enough.

The people on this planet who end up doing nothing are those who never realized they couldn't do everything.

You try to make your team do something they're not capable of and you get murdered.

Even from the first it is meek to seek the impossible.

There's all sorts of things I was always meaning to get around to - learning to play the flute, calculating the square root of nought, going mad - but I just didn't have the time.

Everyone in Annawadi talks like this: 'Oh, I will make my child a doctor, a lawyer, and he will make us rich'. It's vanity, nothing more. Your little boat goes west and you congratulate yourself, 'what a navigator I am!' And then the wind blows you east.

Why did I keep hitching myself to dreams as big as that Montana sky? I was like Rooster Jim's chickens, with no way to fly that high.

What I really wanted was the impossible.

Some people never have anything except ideals.

Dreams are like commercials, but her dreams are picture perfect.

His ambition was to insert his dreams into the world, and if they were the wrong dreams, then he would dream them in solitude.