#ate

Champions are made and not born. Champion’s feat are acquired and not inherited, earned and not transferred, attained and not deposited ↗

— Ikechukwu Joseph

#create-vision #destiny #develop-talents #discover-potentials #dreams

Failure is not fatal nor that you are finished but the result of unfinished product waiting to be reproduced, reprocessed and polished. Failure is that you have learned your omissions, mistakes or what you did not do right or well at the last attempt. You can transform failure into a fortune by dealing with what went wrong. Failure is only a product of uncorrected mistakes. ↗

— Ikechukwu Joseph

#create-vision #destiny #develop-talents #discover-potentials #dreams

What I could not support was "a dumb war, a rash war, a war based not on reason but on passion, not on principle but on politics". ↗

— Barack Obama

#war #dreams

Privilegiul de a fi oricine își arată și cealaltă față - a presiunii de a fi ca toată lumea și prin urmare - nimeni. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#libertate #personalitate #sine #dreams

Comforts and syphilis are the greatest enemies of mankind. ↗

— Alexis Carrel

#greatest #mankind #syphilis

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters ↗

— Jack London

#jack-london #martin-eden #poppy-eater #dreams

Hollywood... was the place where the United States perpetrated itself as a universal dream and put the dream into mass production. ↗

— Angela Carter

#hollywood #into #itself #mass #mass production

During those days Fingerbone was strangely transformed. If one should be shown odd fragments arranged on a silver tray and be told, "That is a splinter from the True Cross, and that is a nail paring dropped by Barabbas, and that is a bit of lint from under the bed where Pilate's wife dreamed her dream," the very ordinariness of the things would recommend them. Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves, and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#dreams

Renouncing false beliefs will not usher in the millennium. Few things about the strategy of contemporary apologists are more repellent than their frequent recourse to spurious alternatives. The lesser lights inform us that the alternative to Christianity is materialism, thus showing how little they have read, while the greater lights talk as if the alternative were bound to be a shallow and inane optimism. I don't believe that man will turn this earth into a bed of roses either with the aid of God or without it. Nor does life among the roses strike me as a dream from which one would not care to wake up after a very short time. ↗

— Walter Kaufmann

#materialism #religion #dreams

He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #date #jace #repartee #dating