I can accept failure, but I cannot accept not trying.
~ unknown
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Failure →
Champions →
A champion is someone who gets up when he can’t.
~ Jack Dempsy
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All past time is in the same place →
For remembering makes everything “just now,” doesn’t it? Just now I was a boy, sitting in the house of Sotion the philosopher; Just now I began to argue cases; Just now I stopped wanting to argue them; Just now I ceased to be able. The rapidity of time is boundless—and is more evident when one looks back. For though it goes at breakneck speed, it glides by so smoothly that those who are intent on the present moment fail to notice it passing.
~ Seneca
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Apathy →
The greatest danger to our future is apathy.
~ Jane Goodall
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Obligation →
We’re born alone. We do need each other. It’s lonely to really effectively live your life, and anyone you can get help from or give help to; that’s part of your obligation.
~ Bill Murray
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The sculptor →
Man cannot remake himself without suffering for he is both the marble and the sculptor.
~ Alexis Carrel
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Fear of failure →
There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: The fear of failure.
~ Paulo Coelho
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Pause and reflect →
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.
~ Mark Twain
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The Myth of Sisyphus →
But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
~ Albert Camus
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Humans work magic →
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called ‘leaves’) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.
~ Carl Sagan
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