Best 587 quotes in «defeat quotes» category

If we take the widest and wisest view of a Cause, there is no such thing as a Lost Cause because there is no such thing as a Gained Cause. We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors’ victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

If you keep avoiding the forces that can defeat you, you may never learn your true power!

If you were able to fall a hundred times as a child and rise, you are able to fall a thousand times as a grown up and soar.

If you can defeat your own calamity, you will be a hope for others and thus you can defeat the calamity of others too!

If you encounter defeat, you must persist to be a winner.

I know that you are a mere flea! I know that you need only be squashed to be done away with! I know that I have fought this same battle a thousand thousand times before...but, perhaps this time I can crush you like the insect you are!

I'm not yet defeated, just waiting for my next turn to throw the dice again.

I might live a life of struggle but I will not live a life of defeat!

Impossibilitarians are defeated before the battle even begins. The best attitude that accommodates failure is disbelief. You can't do it because you believe you can't! You can do it because you believe you can!

In a sleep caused by the drowsiness of defeat, she dreamt of endless travel into darkness.

Inferiority intentions are sample chapters of defeated stories... Courageous beginnings are examples of true leadership values!

In Sugamo, Louie asked his escort what had happened to the Bird. He was told that it was believed that the former sergeant, hunted, exiled and in despair, had stabbed himself to death. The words washed over Louie. In prison camp, Watanabe had forced him to live in incomprehensible degradation and violence. Bereft of his dignity, Louie had come home to a life lost in darkness, and had dashed himself against the memory of the Bird. But on an October night in Los Angeles, Louie had found, in Payton Jordan’s words, “daybreak.” That night, the sense of shame and powerlessness that had driven his hate the Bird had vanished. The Bird was no longer his monster. He was only a man. In Sugamo Prison, as he was told of Watanabe’s fate, all Louie saw was a lost person, a life beyond redemption. He felt something that he had never felt fro his captor before. With a shiver of amazement, he realized that it was compassion. At that moment, something shifted swiftly inside him. It was forgiveness, beautiful and effortless and complete. For Louie Zamperini, the was was over.

I PAINT MY FACE. By Omrane Khuder. Mirror, distorted; I sit, paint my Face, Toxic white Make-up buries my Scars, My Eyes tell lies; Dumbfounded Confidence hides the Disgrace. Place the tragic Vehicle called My Life in to Drive, Sad pathetic Clown; Late for the suppression show, Despair another time; Let the chuckles and defeat derive. I paint my Heart; I hide my True. I paint my Soul; I keep it from You. I paint, I cannot accept; To ignore you the way you ignore Me? I paint my scarred and pitiful Face; No Will left to restore Me. I paint my Face; it’s all I know to do. My painted Face shatters the Mirror, yet still all I see is You.

It was a crushing defeat, but it put iron in my backbone and sulphur in my blood. I knew at least what it was to fail. I knew what it was to attempt something big.

It turned out to be a war which, unfortunately for Comrade Pillai, would end almost before it began. Victory was gifted to him wrapped and beribboned, on a silver tray. Only then, when it was too late, and Paradise Pickles slumped softly to the floor without so much as a murmur or even the pretense of resistance, did Comrade Pillai realize that what he really needed was the process of war more than the outcome of victory. War could have been the stallion that he rode, part of, if not all, the way to the Legislative Assembly, whereas victory left him no better off than when he started out. He broke the eggs but burned the omelette.

I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.

In battle, it is not the strongest or the bravest or those with the greater numbers who win. Victory belongs to the side that best understands the price of defeat.

In not a single one of these little campaigns was I victorious. In other words, in each case, I personally failed, but I have lived to see the thesis upon which I was operating vindicated. And what I very often say is that I’ve lived to see my lost causes found.

In the art of war, if you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the approaching battles. But if you know only yourself and not the enemy, for every victory, there will also be defeat.

It is what it is because you let it be so.

​It's Hard, Not to Fail, but, there is Always a Chance of Success. Of course, there is No Chance of Success, if You didn't Try.

…Its not how you handle defeat or adversity, its how you get up that matters".

I've never felt that the American Dream was owed to me. I never felt that I was entitled to this Dream. This is why I laid the cobblestone before me for this Dream to be achieved.

It would seem no matter how progressive we get there are always those few who are backwards in their ways.

I want not to defeat you, But to win you!

I will try not to defeat you, But to win you!

I've always believed that the only defeats and victories that matter in life are those you lose or win alone, against yourself.

Many think that the mark of a great champion is the nature and margin of their victories and the peaks they scale and reach. That’s only part of it. The mark of the greatest of champions is how they react and respond to defeat. That is when they become enshrined in our hearts and minds – as they rise again and into the immortal pages of history.

Losing teaches you how to win; winning teaches you how not to lose.

Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.

Many Christians... find themselves defeated by the most psychological weapon that Satan uses against them. This weapon has the effectiveness of a deadly missile. Its name? Low self-esteem. Satan's greatest psychological weapon is a gut level feeling of inferiority, inadequacy, and low self-worth This feeling shackles many Christians, in spite of wonderful spiritual experiences and knowledge of God's Word. Although they understand their position as sons and daughters of God, they are tied up in knots, bound by a terrible feeling inferiority, and chained to a deep sense of worthlessness.

—¿Nada más que eso? Vaya, pero si es muy fácil. Hasta los niños conocen que hemos perdidos. ¿Pero sabe qué? De nosotros, los grandes derrotados de la historia, a menos que hayamos sido con toda evidencia tan locos y degenerados como Calígula, el mundo siempre se preguntará si no sentíamos culpa por la real o supuesta cagada que nos mandamos.Las personas sienten culpa para no reconocer que tienen bloqueado el sentir. No sienten nada, en el fondo, porque son unos insensibles y la culpa es un sustituto. Si no se sintieran culpables, no tendrían más remedio que ver su gran vacío. Pero si pese a lo dicho fuesen adelante y rechazaran la culpa, ocurriría una de las dos cosas: o que se destruyesen, o que adquirieran la posibilidad de tornarse más humanos y con auténticos sentimientos. Yo me siento responsable por la pérdida de la guerra y por todos los muertos. Pero no culpable. Sé que es muy difícil, casi una disciplina yoga, y se torna un problema insoluble para la gente común en razón de que el Anti-ser tergiversa todo: inventa delitos haciendo pasar por abominable y vergonzoso lo que nunca lo fue, etc. Primero se inventó la culpa y después se arrastró al ser humano hasta que coincidiese con la falta supuesta. Después tal coincidencia le fue echado en cara, naturalmente, con lo cual el hombre, por sí mismo, aplicó el látigo con su cuerpo y su ser. ¿Quién dice que el movimiento continuo no existe?: la culpa es ese motor que sólo necesita que le den energía una vez y luego sigue marchando para siempre. No fue fácil convencer a los hombres de que eran culpables de sexo, vida y alegría. Llevó miles de años. Pero una vez que la máquina se pone en marcha ya únicamente puede pararla un milagro social. Nuestra Tecnocracia fue uno de los intentos del hombre por desmontar ese mecanismo diabólico. Así, pues, ahora, ni siquiera quien cometió un delito debe prestarse al juego. Es indispensable que tal persona no sienta culpa, pero, al mismo tiempo, que lo reconozca todo y no busque justificativos que lo dejen tranquilo. No bloquear, pero tampoco suicidarse. Un hombre puede matarse, pero nunca por flaqueza culposa.

Never stop just because you feel defeated. The journey to the other side is attainable only after great suffering.

Nightmare completed, another humiliating defeat. 10 goals in 2 game. It will take time to come out from such humiliating defeat for Brazilian fans. But I think when you like something, when you fall to someone, when you are in love, you like them whatever happens, even they give tears to you time to time because you liked it from your heart.

I’ve witnessed, incognito, the gradual collapse of my life, the slow foundering of all I wanted to be. I can say, with a truth that needs no flowers to show it’s dead, that there’s nothing I’ve wanted - and nothing in which I’ve placed, even for a moment, the dream of only that moment - that hasn’t disintegrated below my windows like a clod of dirt that resembled stone until it fell from a flowerpot on a high balcony. It would even seem that Fate has always tried to make me love or want things just so that it could show me, on the very next day, that I didn’t have and could never have them.

More commonly suffering breaks people, crushes them, and is simply unilluminating. You see how gruesomely human beings are destroyed by pain, when they have the added torment of losing their humanity first, so that their death is a total defeat...

Now comes the picture of mass defeat, the most awesome spectacle of the war. It is in the bent bodies of old women who poke among ruins seeking some miserable object that will link their lives with the old days. It is in the shamed darting eyes of the defeated. It is in the faces of the little boys who regard our triumphant columns with fear and fascination. And above all it is in the thousands of beaten, dusty soldiers who stream along the roads towards the stockades. Their feet clump wearily, mechanically, hopelessly on the still endless road of war. They move as haggard, gray masses, in which the individual had neither life nor meaning. It is impossible to see in these men the quality that made them stand up and fight like demons out of hell a few shorts months ago.

Never a horse that can’t be rode and never a rider that can’t be throwed. (I’ll pass this off as my own, but I really stole it from my father, a cowboy and rodeo rider in his younger years.)

No, we are not defeated; we are simply disobedient! It might be good if we stopped using the terms 'victory' and 'defeat' to describe our progress in holiness. Rather we should use the terms 'obedience' and 'disobedience.

No one can insult me, because I do not want respect. No one can defeat me, because I have given up the idea of winning. How can you defeat me? You can only defeat someone who wants to win.

Obstacles are weak walls without foundations; if you fear them, they will defeat you. But the fact is that they are even afraid of you. So why frightened?

One day the world will be so badly wounded that those who try to repair it will only be called "close-minded.

Oh ... why not?' he smiled. "This valley is a pleasant spot for meditation. I like New England... it is here that I have experienced some of my greatest successes - and several notable defeats. Defeat, you know, is not such a bad thing, if there's not too much of it... it makes for humility, and humility makes for caution, therefore for safety.' ("Trace")

Once you grow, you'll understand that this twisted world doesn't run so smoothly. In order to beat the injustice, one must either apply the harshest methods sometimes or get squashed under the boots of the strong forces. It is the wild law of the world, unfortunately.

One day they won. The next day they lost.

One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.

One time, on a pleasure cruise, he saw a young couple, fiancés, sitting and looking at the water--the boy had his right arm around the girl's shoulder and held her right wrist tight and she had put her left hand on his right hand, and they sat like that, pressed close together. The little poet looked at them, it's so lovely to see a nice young couple like that. That these children are excited because they want more, that they are only getting each other worked up for what they can't do and don't dare to do, that they never know where to stop--no one ever notices that or thinks about that. It was very lovely, and maybe the truth was that they had just recently gotten engaged and were still satisfied with being madly in love with each other.

Only the vanquished remember history.

Only your fearful and doubtful thoughts could defeat you in life.

Only ignorance makes people put up with defeat.