I won but I wasn’t like Pat. Because–and why this should be I’ll never know– I never did a thing that wasn’t somehow touched with selfish, furtive hunger, with a private, annihilating need for recognition. Because I’m like a child in a fairy tale cursed from birth, and there has never been anything I can put my hand to without tainting it, no triumph so great or solemn that it doesn’t turn spoiled and ridiculous. Because, sooner or later, the darkness always gets in. . Austin Grossman
No matter how old you are now. You are never too young or too old for success or going after what you want. Here’s a short list of people who accomplished great things at different ages1) Helen Keller, at the age of 19 months, became...
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Pablo
Failure is a bend in the road, not the end of the road. Learn from failure and keep moving forward.
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Roy T. Bennett
But instead of spending our lives running towards our dreams, we are often running away from a fear of failure or a fear of criticism.
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Eric Wright
Be patient. Your skin took a while to deteriorate. Give it some time to reflect a calmer inner state. As one of my friends states on his Facebook profile: "The true Losers in Life, are not those who Try and Fail, but those who Fail...
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Jess C. Scott
I have not failed. I've just found 10, 000 ways that won't work.
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Thomas A. Edison
More Quotes By Austin Grossman
The woman was simply leaving us alone with our future, the future she wouldn't be a part of. She didn't know how to do it or what it was, but she was trying to give it to us.
Some days I spent up to three hours in the arcade after school, dimly aware that we were the first people, ever, to be doing these things. We were feeling something they never had - a physical link into the world of the fictional -...
I won but I wasn’t like Pat. Because–and why this should be I’ll never know– I never did a thing that wasn’t somehow touched with selfish, furtive hunger, with a private, annihilating need for recognition. Because I’m like a child in a fairy tale cursed...
... as Eskimo language is to snow, so archaic English is to 'metal objects designed to cause harm'.
One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered... I'm going to put a mask on and scrawl my name across the face of the world, build cities of gold, come back and stomp this place flat, until even the bricks are...
