Eduardo Galeano Quotes

Utopia lies at the horizon. When I draw nearer by two steps, it retreats two steps. If I proceed ten steps forward, it swiftly slips ten steps ahead. No matter how far I go, I can never reach it. What, then, is the purpose of utopia? It is to cause us to advance.

But just because you can never reach it, doesn’t mean that it’s not worth looking for.

I don't know if I will ever be satisfied but I will keep going until hopefully I am.

Love appears and says: "You think you're heading towards a specific point, but the whole justification for the goal's existence lies in your love for it. Rest a little,but as soon as you can, get up and carry on. Because ever since your goal found out that you were traveling toward it, it has been running to meet you.

Just when you think you've achieved something, you realize you've achieved nothing. And still you have to go forward just the same - toward a dream so distant that your road has neither beginning nor end.

It's like you run into this dark tunnel, trusting that somewhere there's another end to it where you're going to come out. And there's a point in the middle where it's just dark. There's no light from where you came in and there's no light at the other end; all you can do is keep running. And then you start to see a little light, and a little more light, and then, bam! You're out in the sun.

Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.

The dream - you never achieve it. The excitement of life lies in the hope, in the striving for something rather than the attainment.

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

In every age and every generation, men have envisioned a promised land. Some may have envisioned it with the wrong ideology, with the wrong philosophical presupposition. But men in every generation thought in terms of some promised land.

Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.

The golden age has not passed; it lies in the future.

For other nations, utopia is a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it is just beyond the horizon.

We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.

You can never reach the promised land. You can march towards it.

We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

In this fallen world, I suspect we will never achieve perfection. But that won't stop me trying.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

I'm in pursuit of what cannot be achieved: perfection.

It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.

When we rehearse, we're always trying to aim for something else. But we never quite succeed in getting there.

Some people consider utopia to be derived from nature. For some people, utopia is the city.

Ever up and onward.

Our salvation is in striving to achieve what we know we'll never achieve.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.