Quotes
Quotes about Losing
I advise my students to listen carefully the moment they decide to take no more mathematics courses. They might be able to hear the sound of closing doors. Everybody a mathematician?
All good is hard. All evil is easy. Dying, losing, cheating, and mediocrity is easy. Stay away from easy.
We consider that any man who can fiddle all through one of those Virginia Reels without losing his grip, may be depended upon in any kind of musical emergency.
Losing doesn't eat at me the way it used to. I just get ready for the next play, the next game, the next season.
The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Rememb'red tolling a departing friend.
The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,-- Night with train of stars And her great gift of sleep.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinion is by a wager.
No one wants to quit when he's losing and no one wants to quit when he's winning.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment.
The closing of a door can bring blessed privacy and comfortâthe opening, terror. Conversely, the closing of a door can be a sad and final thingâthe opening a wonderfully joyous moment.
I am closing my 52 years of military service. When I joined the army, even before the turn of the century, it was the fulfillment of all my boyish hopes and dreams. The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished, but I still remember the refrain of one of the most barracks ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that old soldiers never die; they just fade away. And like the old soldier of that ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye.
Why love if losing hurts so much⦠I have no answers anymore⦠only the life I have lived⦠The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
The revulsion from an unwanted self, and the impulse to forget it, mask it, slough it off and lose it, produce both a readiness to sacrifice the self and a willingness to dissolve it by losing one's individual distinctness in a compact collective whole.
Modern man lives isolated in his artificial environment, not because the artificial is evil as such, but because of his lack of comprehension of the forces which make it work- of the principles which relate his gadgets to the forces of nature, to the universal order. It is not central heating which makes his existence 'unnatural,' but his refusal to take an interest in the principles behind it. By being entirely dependent on science, yet closing his mind to it, he leads the life of an urban barbarian.
If you can react the same way to winning and losing, that's a big accomplishment... quality is important because it stays with you the rest of your life, and there's going to be a life after tennis that's a lot longer than your tennis life.
Winning is habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.
I love the winning, I can take the losing, but most of all I Love to play.
Winning is not a sometime thing; itâs an all time thing. You donât win once in a while, you donât do things right once in a while, you do them right all the time. Winning is habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.
Statement after losing his first fight to Ken Norton, March 31, 1973: I never thought of losing, but now that it's happened, the only thing is to do it right. That's my obligation to all the people who believe in me. We all have to take defeats in life.
The losing side is full of suspicion. [Lat., Ad tristem partem strenua est suspicio.]
Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and down beneath it.
When you're 50 you start thinking about things you haven't thought about before. I used to think getting old was about vanity- but actually it's about losing people you love. Getting wrinkles is trivial.
Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its grossness.
