Quotes About Triumph

Endurance, after all, was a kind of victory; a kind of heroism, too.

Orson Scott Card

said Ender cheerfully.

Veni, vidi, vinci

I didn't fight with honor,' Ender added. 'I fought to win.

Knocking him down was the first fight. I wanted to win all the next ones, too. - Ender

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.

If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it. Out of that came some sort of triumph that went beyond theological proof, a cause for

Great things.

When Good Friday comes, these are the moments in life when we feel there's no hope. But then, Easter comes.

The defeated have their cause and the victors have their victory.

They sat contemplating towns to come and the poor fanfare of trumpet and drum and the crude boards upon which their destinies were inscribed for these people were no less bound and indentured and they watched like the prefiguration of their own ends the carbonized skulls of their enemies incandescing before them bright as blood among the coals.

At last. Here they came. Trumpets rang out in a fanfare L. from the city gates, an arrogant metallic sound.

It's always like that in stories: bad things happen but then it all ends happily. And this is a story.

Sai bene come finiscono gli eroi. Non hanno né mogli né figli, e non diventano vecchi.

Of course, it couldn't last. Those whom the gods would destroy utterly, they first give a taste of heaven.

Anyone who's just driven 90 yards against huge men trying to kill them has earned the right to do Jazz hands.

It falls to the lot of even the most glorious flags to be thrown in the mud. Glory, what men call glory, is often thick with mud.

In the short summer night she learned so much. She would have thought a woman would have died of shame... She felt, now, she had come to the real bedrock of her nature, and was essentially shameless. She was her sensual self, naked an unashamed. She felt a triumph, almost a vainglory. So! That was how it was! That was life! That was how onself really was! There was nothing left to disguise or be ashamed of. She shared her ultimate nakedness with a man, another being.

could feel the male in him, something cold and triumphant

For in the Land of the Free, the greatest delight of every man is in getting the better of the other man.

Avluya ç?karken, genç horoz öttü. C?l?zlaÅŸm??, k?s?k bir ses ç?kar?yordu ama kuÅŸun bu sesinde ac?dan kuvvetli bir ÅŸey vard?. YaÅŸamak gerekliliÄŸiydi bu, hatta dirimin zaferini ç???rmakt?.

So they stood in the utter, dark kiss, that triumphed over them both, subjected them, knitted them into one fecund nucleus of the fluid darkness. It was bliss, it was the nucleolating of the fecund darkness. Once the vessel had vibrated till it was shattered, the light of consciousness gone, then the darkness reigned, and the unutterable satisfaction.