I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.William Morris
About This Quote
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. In this quote, the author or person is pondering about the power or force of nature and how it is so strong that the world goes on without any regard for our intentions. In other words, if we do not have a proper plan for what we want, then we could end up taking actions that are very different from what we intended.
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