Unless a nation's life faces peril, war is murder.''*“Victory is for those who can say "Victory is mine". Success is for those who can begin saying "I will succeed" and say "I have succeeded" in the end.
We all know that the life in real world is inherently risky. Those who are not willing to take the risks always settle for the ordinary, and the life also rewards them with what they settle for - the ordinary. On the other hand, those who take the risks, and jump off the cliffs, find that they build their wings on the way down. Life rewards these risk-takers and cliff-jumpers with Success that is beyond any measures - the extraordinary. That's why, in my view, the difference between a successful person and a failure is not one having best ideas or better abilities, but the courage one demonstrates by taking a risk to take a risk and win. History remembers these risk-takers and their extraordinary accomplishments, and forgets the squeamish non-achievers. Never be afraid to take the risks, and diving into unknown oceans. After all, pearls don't lie on the seashore, and you must dive for it into deep ocean if you want one. Go on, take a leap into uncertainty, and you'll see your wings opening on your way down. You may see a net appearing too, but you must take that leap first. Never settle for anything less. You won't regret, because only those who take risks win in this world. All the best!
We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always, everywhere - your ideal of what you long to attain - the ideal of health, efficiency, success.
We over-praise leaders when organizations succeed and over-blame them when organizations fail. Success or failure depends on the environment as much as or even more than the leader. Effective leaders navigate and influence the environment to enable key success factors for their followers
When a man feels throbbing within him the power to do what he undertakes as well as it can possibly be done, and all of his faculties say "amen" to what he is doing, and give their unqualified approval to his efforts, - this is happiness, this is success.
When a man feels throbbing within him the power to do what he undertakes as well as it can possibly be done, and all of his faculties say amen to what he is doing, and give their unqualified approval to his efforts, - this is happiness, this is success.
When at some future date the high court of history sits in judgment on each one of us-recording whether in our brief span of service we fulfilled our responsibilities to the state-our success or failure, in whatever office we may hold, will be measured by the answers to four questions-were we truly men of courage ... were we truly men of judgment ... were we truly men of integrity ... were we truly men of dedication
Whenever you’re weary and tempted to give up on anything worth having/enjoying at the long, just remember that your prospective breakthrough/success could be one day/a stone throw away. Now, that demands, you shouldn't easily give up on your faith. Rather, you've got to persist/persevere until you actualize/realize your dream/target/goal/mission/aspiration.
Where I have been before now and where I am presently is/will be nothing to be compared to where God is gradually taking me to. Guess what? I'm not skeptical about that. For, I'm a potential success. Oh! Yes, I have what it takes to emerge a success story and I will surely/eventually become a big time success story.
Where you end up isn't the most important thing. It's the road you take to get you there. The road you take is what you'll look back on And call your life. Not reaching success isn't the end of the world. Not trying to reach it is.
Who would have known? I was walking in a mall and between the crowd of shoppers shoving around and wandering about their business my eyes meet a familiar face. A face I haven't seen in years. Our gazes meet. We stare for mere seconds before the both of us look away pretending one hadn't seen the other and we quickly disappear into our now separate lives. But when I went home, I still had the Best Friends necklace you gave me in Elementary and the Senior ring we had in high school , stuffed in some drawer beneath clothes and books gathering dust as the years rolled by. I still have that photo album that starts with our picture as little girls dressing up as princesses to the day we held certificates with our gowns on. All through that journey we had been hand in hand from our first day of school to our first fight to prom night. From skipping class to plotting against teachers to every crush we had. Every exam we failed and every rule we broke. The times we sat together in detention and the times we never bothered showing up. All the hard times we pushed through and all the success we celebrated. Every fire alarm, birthday candle and breakup. We've been with each other through all and more until the day college split us apart. Your texts became shorter and your calls became rare. And I wonder how brutal graduation was for ripping us apart like that. Yesterday inseparable sisters, today a stranger.