Best 68 quotes in «college life quotes» category

Nothing great was ever achieved without a personal sacrifice. You have to pay the price to realize your goals.

Political scientists and professors are the new clergy; the clergy of oppression.

Nothing will be impossible for the one who reads.

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. “You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

Pursue your dreams with great might.

Quando eu acordo às 5h, eu acordo às 7h. E quando eu acordo às 9h, eu acordo às 8h.

Pursuit of desires, divine passions.

Self learner; reading.

Self-discovery is a sacred knowledge

Stay strong. Focus on the ultimate goal.

Success is shown to us as a straight line, heading in one direction, up. There are no detours, no turn-arounds, no missteps allowed. ... When you aren’t allowed to fail, either due to the expectations of others or yourself, although it may seem like you are being pragmatic and focusing on how to succeed, you are actually making it that much harder for yourself.

The more you learn, the more opportunities you can have.

The world of books is my fantasy.

What you read at Columbia is Plato's Republic and Homer's Iliad. What you learn at Columbia is that reading isn't education. Education is figuring out the hard way that at a school like Columbia, what you read isn't nearly as important as what you wear, how you look, and how much you know about sucking up to professors who really couldn't give a shit about whether some nameless, faceless kid in the 23rd row will work or starve after graduation.

You must endure willingly for the fulfillment dreams

You!’ said the old man contemptuously. ‘What do you know of the time when young men shut themselves up in those lonely rooms, and read and read, hour after hour, and night after night, till their reason wandered beneath their midnight studies; till their mental powers were exhausted; till morning’s light brought no freshness or health to them; and they sank beneath the unnatural devotion of their youthful energies to their dry old books?

Read good books to improve yourself.

STARBUCK: There’s no such thing as a plain woman. Every real woman is pretty. They’re all pretty in a different way, but they’re all pretty. LIZZIE: Not me. When I look in the looking glass.... STARBUCK: Don’t let Noah be your looking glass. It’s gotta be in-side a you. Then one day that looking glass will be the man who loves you. It’ll be his eyes maybe. And you’ll look in that mirror and you’ll be more than pretty. You’ll be beautiful. “The Rainmaker” by R. Nash

Take a great adventure to a place, learn the rich history and make your own observation about the place.

The different shades of colours present cultural diversity.

The pursuit of our dreams is not without any difficulty. Those who triumph have learn’t to overcome the difficulty.

They smoked and drank as if they were already defeated, hardened, and long out of art school.

We are capable of learning.

Colleges don't make fools, they only develop them.

A book is a treasure of life.

And then your bags will be packed, and mom and dad will drop you off at your college of choice (Or not), and your first night in the dorm room you might realize that you're not at sleep-away camp this time, and this doesn't feel like your queen sized bed at all and you sure wish you'd brought your Lovey or that Winnie the Pooh night-light, but hey, "It ain't no thang," so you just have to adjust to that twin bed and maybe one or two strangers commonly referred to as your roommates who now live in this miniature room with you called home, but if you feel a bit nervous or scared or even lonely on this- your very first night at college- do what E.T. did: PHONE HOME!

Desire for books, desire to read.

Academics and Alcohol was the balance for living life as a college student.

A world full of "certainties" All the plans, all the vanities. Where black covers the white Suited in "confidence"- the constant fight. A million roads I dream to take One destination, knowing not I turn where. A green veil covers for two years, some two decades. But the "plan" awaits, new roads to make. I pant, I struggle, I do my best While they say, "You are, dear, but so inadequate".

College life is different, entirely different like you don't have to get ready and wear that red and crisp blue school uniform and look alike every day. Free to define ourselves with statement attire. Good thing.

Entering College was probably the scariest and exciting things I have experienced in my life.

Failure is a sign post, directing the right road for life’s journey.

Failure is not the end of life. It is the beginning of a greater success, if thy will persist.

Find your passion and live it!

Education must be an equal opportunity for all.

Education stimulates self-study.

Freshmen spend in unfathomable sitting on their beds – heads against the wall or propped pillows, semistudying or not, listening to music, catching a little TV, sending e-mail messages while flipping through yesterday's student newspaper and talking about "you know, nothing," which means everything. Just plain being is pretty darn interesting in those first few months of stay-up-as-late-as-you-want independence.

Great teachers are great mentors.

Hail, Columbia! Home of the six inch cockroach and the stadium-sized lecture hall. A reservation for rich white people guarded by poor brown people in a sea of urban decay. Where nobody on the faculty has ever spent ten minutes in the freshman dorm, but everybody talks about humanism and compassion. They teach you that military people are scum, trash, the lowest of the low -- and then they assign Homer's ILIAD just to develop your sense of irony. Where else can you see three suicides a month dismissed as "slightly above average, but better than Smith or Brown?

He is quick witted, yes! Astute big time & level headed in opinion. It is my firsthand judgment of a man.

How could we love books more than money? This is the state of book lovers.

I am a palette of emotions; I remember how I have cov-eted to be free from the school rules. I look around to see people casually dressed up and walking with an aim maybe to make a better career or just add fame of DU degree like me. The campus is buzzing with freshman and activity. I just hope, these corridors, hallways, and passages don’t see me trip-ping and falling any day. I feel more comfortable standing in between the crowd of people moving. Like nobody is paying any heed. You can be yourself without feeling awkward about anything.

For this very short time in your life, and possibly never again, you will be given a very unique gift: a supremely rich environment with ample time, space, safety and people to explore whatever interests you intensely, to push yourself, to make mistakes and recover from them, and to live as deeply as you'd like in the hope of finding yourself or, at least, the beginnings of yourself. Such an opportunity may never present itself again. So, embrace it and.... Carpe College!

How'd you know that would help, Grandma? Used to have a regular who had attacks like that all the time. Poor guy. He was an accountant, loveless marriage-most of em were back then-and vaginas scared the bejeezus outta him.

I always thought I caught you in . . . a phase. His left eyebrow makes a fancy arch. Apparently you're just like this.

If I had known how much I would miss these sensations I might have experienced them differently, recognized their shabby glamour, respected the ticking clock that defined this entire experience. I would have put aside my resentment, dropped my defenses. I might have a basic understanding of European history or economics. More abstractly, I might feel I had truly been somewhere, open and porous and hungry to learn. Because being a student was an enviable identity and one I can only reclaim by attending community college late in life for a bookmaking class or something.

I go back to Oberlin in the dead of winter to give a "convocation speech" in Finney Chapel, the largest and most historic of campus structures. In a subconscious nod to my college experience I forget to pack both tights and underwear and have to spend the weekend going commando in a wool skirt and knee socks. I am toured around the school like a stranger by a girl who didn't even go here. We stop at a glossy new cafe for tea and scones. She asks if I want a tour of the dormitories- no, I just want to wander around alone and maybe cry.

If I don’t succeed, I will try again and never stop trying. When I succeed, I will again explore new opportunities.

I love to teach children science.

I realize I should be mortified that Past Hazel was so dramatically inappropriate, but it's not like I'm that much better now, and regret isn't really my speed anyway.