I don't think you can be a success at anything if you think about losing, whether it's in sports or read more

I don't think you can be a success at anything if you think about losing, whether it's in sports or in politics.

That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed read more

That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning.

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live read more

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.

Courage is as often the outcome of despair as of hope; in the one case we have nothing to lose, read more

Courage is as often the outcome of despair as of hope; in the one case we have nothing to lose, in the other, everything to gain

Whoever said, "It's not whether you win or lose that counts," probably lost.

Whoever said, "It's not whether you win or lose that counts," probably lost.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

Those things that hurt, instruct.

To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes read more

To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness

Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep read more

Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief with thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world in such a strain
As it should deluge once again;
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds
And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.

Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]

Great grief does not of itself put an end itself.
[Lat., Magnus sibi ipse non facit finem dolor.]