Self conquest is the greatest of victories ~ Plato
Self conquest is the greatest of victories ~ Plato
Theme: razia by ashathemes.
Life… is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. You’re stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there’s a peanut.
This gift that you gave me for my birthday. You never got to tell me why you gave it to me or what it means… but I think I know. I think that you appreciate that there are extraordinary men and women and… extraordinary moments when history leaps forward on the backs of these individuals….
I don’t know what to say really. Three minutes till the biggest battle of our professional lives. It all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team, or we’re gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, till we’re finished. We’re in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And we can stay.
Before this game started Kilmer said, ’48 minutes for the next 48 years of our lives.’I say, f-that, F-that! Let’s go out there and we’ll play the next 24 minutes for the next 24 minutes, and we’ll leave it all out on the field. We’ve got the rest of our lives to be mediocre but.
I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of surviving… and getting to the end of the war and discovering that I’m all alone. That everyone I knew and cared for is goneJaina Solo – Dark Journey
Sometimes we let ourselves get so exhausted, physically, emotionally and mentally, that we forget what is most important. We over analyze, and see everything worse than it actually is. Sometimes we get so far beyond what actually is, that we start to become self-destructive, making everything just as bad as what we think it is..
The development of our cerebral cortex has been the greatest achievement of the evolutionary processes. Big deal. While allowing us the thrills of intellect and the pangs of self-consciousness, it is all too often overruled by our inner, instinctive brain, the one that tells us to react, not reflect, to run rather than ruminate. Maybe.
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man’s character is his fate, it’s not a choice but a calling. Sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to faulter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind. Allowing the monster without.
Tigh: Tell you a dirty little secret. The toughest part of getting played is losing your dignity. Feeling like you are not worth the oxygen you are sucking down. You get used to it. You start to believe it. You start to love it. It’s like a bottle that never runs dry. You can keep.