You got to try and reach for the stars or try and achieve the unreachable.
If you do not have the concept of distance, you may reach an unreachable place!
To dream the impossible dream, to reach the unreachable star!
A good book is like an unreachable itch. You just can't leave it alone.
Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.
Look at a star in the sky not as something unreachable but as a planet you would visit one day.
If rising makes you famous, don't give up rising, but find a safe port where you can be unreachable!
And one has to remember that no photography can pretend to show the truth. A picture only shows a given situation under a very specific perspective, consciously or not, openly or not, relevantly or not. Photographers have to accept they can just convey fragments of illusory realities and relate their own intimate experience of the world. In this process of fictionalising an unreachable truth, it's up to them to impose their doubts about any photographic truth, or accept being impotent pawns in the mediatic game.
An undefined goal is unreachable.
An ideal and flawless freedom, "complete freedom", enabling without disabling, is I believe an oxymoron in metaphysics as much as it is an unreachable goal in social life.
One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this.
I want to tell you about the God that actually showed up and healed my heart. Not the God I grew up, because the God I grew up was fundamentally, and I use the word advisedly, fundamentally untrustworthy -- schizophrenic, narcissistic, unreachable, unknowable, and my concept within which I grew up was that Jesus -- He likes me -- but He came to save me from God the Father -- who was the one who was angry and distant, and unreachable, unknowable. All of that had to come crashing down.
But. . . books are so much more. Some of them are webs; you can feel your way along their threads, but just barely, into strange and dark corners. Some of them are balloons bobbing up through the sky: totally self-contained, and unreachable, but beautiful to watch. And some of them―the best ones―are doors.
Love to the love tear, even too, same evil, Attempt, without strength and armor, To reach the unreachable star.
