Conservation is not just an ideal that we read about; it works.
The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace.
I knew he was unreliable, but he was fun to be with. He was a child’s ideal companion, full of surprises and happy animal energy. He enjoyed food and drink. He liked to try new things. He brought home coconuts, papayas, mangoes, and urged them on our reluctant conservative selves. On Sundays he liked to discover new places, take us on endless bus or trolley rides to some new park or beach he knew about. He always counseled daring, in whatever situation, the courage to test the unknown, an instruction that was thematically in opposition to my mother’s.
Only someone obsessed with sexual fidelity to an unhealthy degree places a higher value on preserving the ideal of monogamous marriage over preserving an actual marriage.
The basic fact is that no, this isn't ideal. Very few things are. Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push,so to speak.
Our world is constantly in change and the great change is always toward freedom. When we speak of freedom we speak of equality. Nations will rise and fall but equality remains the ideal.
Reading was not a fallback position for her but an ideal state of being.
The readers who commited suicide after reading 'Werther' were not ideal but merely sentimental readers.
Imagine your ideal future. Visualize yourself as if your life were perfect in every respect.
There is no force so democratic as the force of an ideal.
Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.
The ideal doctor is patient.
Never mind these failures, these little backslidings; hold the ideal a thousand times, and if you fail a thousand times, make the attempt once more.
And you go into a supermarket and every tabloid is like, 'Pregnant and Alone!' Stuck in the 1950s ideal of how a woman should live her life. This brings out the fiery feminist in me.
My ideal day would be to get a good work out in, listen to music, talk to my family and friends on the phone, read and go to a good movie.
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.
The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.
Character is always lost when a high ideal is sacrificed on the altar of conformity and popularity.
In an ideal world for me, school lunch would be free for everybody.
Rama, the ancient idol of the heroic ages, the embodiment of truth, of morality, the ideal son, the ideal husband, and above all, the ideal king, this Rama has been presented before us by the great sage Valmiki. No language can be purer, none chaster, none more beautiful, and at the same time simpler, than the language in which the great poet has depicted the life of Rama.