Quotes About Defeat

Morningtide's Poco pulled upward into a loop—trailed by three Krell ships. Almost there. Almost there! The Krell destructors flared. Hit. Hit again. And then… A burst of light. A spray of sparks. And Morningtide died in a massive explosion. She didn't have a chance to eject.

It's easy to believe in something when you win all the time...The losses are what define a man's faith.

I have lost the will to change

Vulnerability is not knowing victory or defeat, it's understanding the necessity of both; it's engaging. It's being all in.

sadness is important and we need it. Feeling sad is a normal response to loss or defeat, or even the perception of loss or defeat. To be human is to know sadness.

Then there's the part where she dropped you to the ground like a rag doll. You, a complete hardass with hundreds of thousands of dollars of training behind you." Ford held out the wallet in front of Ward's face. "That's just sad, man." Ward wanted to grab it. Would have if he could move his hands. "Did you miss the part where I said 'fuck you'?" "It would be easier to take you seriously if you weren't tied to a chair.

Aunque más adelante he elegido mal de vez en cuando en la vida, nunca podrá compararse con la derrota que supone no elegir en absoluto.

Extreme age is a spiritual pitched battle fought in the dark. A battle that inevitably ends in defeat. The darkness and degradation of old age is something for which religions have never been able to offer us consolation or satisfactory explanation.

What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

She had taken his measure; he was made incorrigibly to try, irredeemably to fail – to be, in short, eternally defeated and eternally unaware. He wouldn't rage he couldn't, for the citadel might, in that case, have been carried by his assault; he would only spend his life in walking round and round it, asking everyone he met how in the name of goodness one did get in.

It was a crushing defeat, but it put iron in my backbone and sulphur in my blood. I knew at least what it was to fail. I knew what it was to attempt something big.

This keeping oneself alive, out of a blind urge to defeat death, is in itself a means of sowing death. Every one who has not fully accepted life, who is not incrementing life, is helping to fill the world with death.

Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.

He had passed beyond the lure of champagne and oysters, beyond the need of light and space. He was like the dodo which buries its head in the sand and whistles out of its asshole.

Some Christians go to great trouble studying Satan's ways so they can identify his deceptions, but I don't do that. I'm determined not to focus on Satan—he is defeated. Christ, who guides me and implements His will through me, is the victor. The only way Satan can affect God's work through me is when I believe Satan and doubt God. Satan will try to deceive you, but he cannot ultimately thwart God's purposes.

The Lord will cause your enemies who rise against you to be defeated before your face; they shall come out against you one way and flee before you seven ways." Deuteronomy 28:7

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Loss and Gain When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride. I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the good intent Has fallen short or been turned aside. But who shall dare To measure loss and gain in this wise? Defeat may be victory in disguise; The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

I can't speak for other people, but I still hate losing. When I did lose, I found it easier to yell than to cry. Guys aren't supposed to cry, are they?

When you've done it long enough - I've done something like 21 World Series - just about every fan base has turned off the TV when their team lost and I was screaming and yelling for the other side.

Yes, I'm a real fighter. But I often ended up empty-handed.

When defeat is inevitable, it is wisest to yield.

Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy.

The black man has become a shell, a shadow of man, completely defeated, drowning in his own misery, a slave, an ox bearing the yoke of oppression with sheepish timidity.