#victory

Roland glares at Connor and Connor glares back. Then he says what he always says at moments like this. "Nice socks." Although Roland doesn't look down right away, it derails him just enough for him to back off. He doesn't check to see if his socks match until he thinks Connor isn't looking. And the moment he does, Connor snickers. Small victories are bet­ter than none. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

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Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. Make your own victories. Make your own mistakes. ↗

— Joan Jett

#joan-jett-and-the-blackhearts #the-runaways #victory

The fight isn't over until you win. ↗

— Robin Hobb

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Force is all conquering, but it's victories are short lived. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

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Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt. ↗

— Mike Norton

#determination #fall #kindle #kindlehighlight #learn

Even if you rise up a thousand times, your side will never achieve victory. ~Ulquiorra ↗

— Tite Kubo

#victory

The battle lines are drawn, priyatama. The more formidable the foe, the sweeter the victory. ↗

— Colleen Houck

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Jen, we did it. Everyone's free now. ↗

— Margaret Peterson Haddix

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As infants, our first victory comes in grasping some bit of the world, usually our mother's fingers. Later we discover that the world, and the things of the world, are grasping us, and have been all along. ↗

— Stephen King

#marquez #victory

It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn him or anything. I don't damp it down. I bring it. The room fills with light. "This is what I am," I say, my hair ablaze around my head. He squints at me. his jaw juts out a little in pure stubbornness. He stands his ground "I know," he says. I take a step towards him, close the space between us, put my glowing hand against his cheek. He starts to tremble. "This is what I am," I say again and my wings are out now. His knees wobble, but he fights it. He puts his hand at my waist, turns me, pulls me closer, which surprises me. "I can accept that," he whispers, and holds his breath, and leans in to kiss me His lips brush mine for an instant, and an emotion like victory tears through him, but he pulls away and glances at the front door. Groans. Christian is standing in the doorway. "Wow," Tucker says, trying to grin. "You really know how to cramp a guy's style." His legs give out. He falls to his knees. My light blinks off. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

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