Quotes About Defeat

The trouble with being a good sport is that you have to lose to prove it.

Mr. Barbecue-Smith was tossed to the floor.

The triumph of humanism is the defeat of humanity.

This is, perhaps, the most difficult of all mortifications to achieve a 'holy indifference' to the temporal success or failure of the cause to which one has devoted one's best energies. If it triumphs, well and good; and if it meets defeat, that also is well and good, if only in ways that, to a limited and timebound mind, are here and now entirely incomprehensible.

es inútil seguir luchando más tiempo; da igual que me salte la tapa de los sesos, todo está terminado. - Es la última tontería que hay que hacer - dijo Athos -, dado que es la única que no tiene remedio.

Aveva quella bellezza di cui solo i vinti sono capaci. E la limpidezza delle cose deboli. E la solitudine, perfetta, di ciò che si è perduto.

Semplicemente, senza che un solo angolo del suo volto si muovesse, e assolutamente in silenzio, iniziò a piangere, in quel modo che è un modo bellissimo, un segreto di pochi, piangono solo con gli occhi, come bicchieri pieni fino all'orlo di tristezza, e impassibili mentre quella goccia di troppo alla fine li vince e scivola giù dai bordi, seguita poi da mille altre, e immobili se ne stanno lì mentre gli cola addosso la loro minuta disfatta.

Anybody can lose,' cautioned Mr J.L.B. Matekoni. 'You need to remember that every time you win.

She wondered whether there was any way of getting him to take the pills by trickery. She did not like the idea of using underhand methods with Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni, but when a person's reason was disturbed, then she thought that any means were justified in getting them better. It was as if a person had been kidnapped by some evil being and held ransom. You would not hesitate, she felt, to resort to trickery to defeat the evil being.

She had brought all of this on herself, and so she had, in a sense, got what she deserved. But, even so, she had a soul like everyone else, and one should not crow over the defeat even of those who richly deserve to be defeated. That was dangerous, because then you yourself might get what you deserve for reveling in the misfortunes of another.

She had brought all of this on herself, and so she had, in a sense, got what she deserved. But, even so, Mma Ramotswe reminded herself, she had a soul like everyone else, and one should not crow over the defeat even of those who richly deserve to be defeated. That was dangerous, because then you yourself might get what you deserve for reveling in the misfortunes of another.

Do it. Go there. Take it away, permanently. Deliver the fear. Force the task. Remove all hope. Demand the sacrifice. Enact defeat. Wreck everything. Great endings are built of great climaxes: enormous feats, worst fears, tremendous losses, harrowing sacrifices, utter destruction.

But she had known, better than anyone else, what demons he had faced, had known how hard he had fought to free himself from them. That he had lost the fight in the end made the struggle no less honorable.

As he had done so many times before, Lincoln withstood the storm of defeat by replacing anguish over an unchangeable past with hope in an uncharted future.

Then why do we fail? Especially, why do we work hard at failure? Because, beside being creatures subject to the Will to Live and the Will to Power, we are driven by another will, the Will to Fail, or Die.

To lead or attempt to lead without first having a knowledge of self is foolhardy and is sure to bring disaster and defeat.

If you win all the time, you lose the drama in life. To make the happy moments happy, you need the sad moments too.

Would it save you a lot of time if I just gave up and went mad now?

Time, like gravity, was a barrier thrown up by an unyielding universe. Mankind had always railed against both of these barriers, forever fantasizing about their eventual defeat.

And there can be no triumph without the possibility of defeat.

Maybe it would be well understood in this far future time that resilience, determination, refusal to accept defeat, and ability to bounce back from tragedy were the hallmarks of the human condition.

Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

In the game of chess, an experienced player may take a novice to the brink of defeat in just three moves. The fourth move can be checkmate, and the kingdom is lost.

I could hear him swallowing hard, trying not to cry. Why is it that we always try to be brave at moments when bravery is futile?