"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, April 18, 2011

No Quotes

I've been searching for a quote that fits how I'm feeling perfectly. But I can't find one.

And then I realized I'm an English Major. I should write it.

And then I realized I don't want to feel it. And I don't want to relive it a million times to figure out the right metaphor.

And then I realized no one reads this, so it doesn't really matter what I write.

But here it is. Simply. Sometimes I hope for too much. Expect too much. Believe too much.
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