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The stag had been showing me my strength-not just the price of mercy but the power it bestowed. And mercy was something the Darkling would never understand.
Thrice rung the bell, the slipper knock'd the ground, And the press'd watch return'd a silver sound. Belinda still her downy pillow prest, Her guardian SYLPH prolong'd the balmy rest:
Be, beget, begone.
striving for fabulousness.
Short prayer pierceth heaven.
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
SAINT, n. A dead sinner revised and edited.
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark ...
It is an immense loss to have all robust and sustaining expletives refined away from one! At. moments of trial refinement is a feeble reed to lean upon.
My work was practice, practice, practice. Discouragement and weariness cast me down frequently; but the next moment the thought that I should soon be at home and show my loved ones what I had accomplished spurred me on, and I eagerly looked forward to their pleasure in my achievement.
A tested saint, like a well-cut diamond, glitters much in the King's crown. Nothing
An Aesthetic Saint
With my scrip on my back, and my staff in my hand,I'll march on in haste thro' an enemy's land.Though the way may be rough it cannot be long;So I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
The dog proved to be as dumb and stubborn as a mud fence, so Stranahan had named him Strom.
But what else was there to do but sing in the face of dismay,
What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?
May the fire of St. Anthony fly up thy fundament.
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Very well, Your Ladyship Brooding St. Petulant,
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TRIED SO HARD TO KEEP THEM FROM FAILING THAT I FAILED TO GIVE THEM WHAT THEY NEEDED TO SUCCEED
Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.
With ills unending strives the putter off.
Saint: A dead sinner revised and edited.
Dance,' they told me, and I stood still,
and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
'Pray,' they said, and I laughed,
covering myself in the earth's brightnesses,
and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel,
and prayed like an orphan.
I put in the work to hand Keith Thurman his first loss.
strenght-faith-hope-love
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
The stammer was a way of telling the world that he was not like others, a way of expressing his singularity.
To shine and outshine the shining stars, to take your abilities to the greatest height, to sit on top of the world, you must fortify yourself with persistence, the determination and willingness to stay in the same direction over a long period of time whatever the cost might be.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.
He frowned.
"I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?
Either you pursue or push, O Sisyphus, the stone destined to keep rolling.
[Lat., Aut petis aut urgues ruiturum, Sisyphe, saxum.]
For eager teachers seized my youth, pruned my faith and trimmed my fire. Showed me the high, white star of truth, there bade me gaze and there aspire.
Let us sing even when we do not feel like it, for in this way we give wings to heavy feet and turn weariness into strength.
Cross my wooden leg, swear on my glass eye.
Focus Your Efforts
He who labours, prays.
I declare this man a saint!
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Ava's not my date. I came stag."
"Stag. You. Why?"
"So my date wouldn't get offended when I wanted to dance with you," he says.
Sala-manda-strong>stronstrong>, look out here we come,
A thief a warrior and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll,
We'll march until we reach our goal,
There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is ripling,
all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph.
My nails clawed against the smooth tiles as I pushed up onto my hands and knees. I rose unsteadily to my feet.
Speed is my ally. Breathe. In and out. Focus. Time is my power.
Striid andWthdraw into yourself. Our master-reason asks no more than to act justly, and thereby to achieve calm.
We pulled slow and steady through the darkness and we hammered the ears of the gods with prayers.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
Sow yourself first and foremost in something today
He plough on Sunday, Sir.
Plough on Sunday?!
Starved and tired enough he was: but he looked happier than when he set out. He had performed an act of duty; made an exertion; felt his own strength to do and deny, and was on better terms with himself.
In the ancient tales, to which each Viking aspired, strenght was the only virtue, iron the only currency that mattered. Loki with his cunning, whereby a weaker man might outdo a stronger one, was an anathema to these folk.
Gasping, St. Vincent lifted his head to strong>ststrong>are at her as if she were a variety of creature he had never seen before. "Good Lord," he whispered, his expression not one of gratification, but of something close to alarm.
Life is enduring endeavour
Clung tightly to the Lord, faithfully following Him and obeying His commands (v. 6).
He who struggles is better than he who never attempts.
Try. Fail. Fail again. Fail better.
Measured objectively, what a man can wrest from Truth by passionate striving is utterly infinitesimal. But the striving frees us from the bonds of the self and makes us comrades of those who are the best and the greatest.
By accepting out Lord Jesus Christ as my personal shaver, I stooped myself from bumming in jell.
Hope floats but effort propels.
I might be a stalwart, but I'm not a kingmaker.
Across the field, Carter's voice yelled: "STAHP!" I guess stahp is actually a word in Ancient Egyptian. Who knew?
Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties - leaning against a hope - a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight.
Still we remain, still we fight. Still we strive, still we survive.
Still, it was sulk or sail.
UNDAUNTED PURSUIT
Success, however measured, is the seat of a stool with three legs of determination, focus and resilience
To failure at something is an attempt to succeed
Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray.
God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
prostrate body. He groaned when
Climbed that roost, alighted right there.
Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.
A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare.
Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.
I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Men may the wise atrenne, and naught atrede.
Those that were up themselves, kept others low;
Those that were low themselves, held others hard;
He suffered them to ryse or greater grow;
But every one did strive his fellow down to throw.
Set screamed something in Ancient Egyptian. I was fairly sure it wasn't a compliment.
"I will rend your limbs from their sockets!" he shouted. "I will - "
"Die?" Carter suggested.
Stretched our legs, shook ourselves awake. The night
Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They had even robbed me of self-pity
Thine to work as well as pray, Clearing thorny wrongs away; Plucking up the weeds of sin, Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.
Always remember that striving and struggling precede success, even in the dictionary.
The well heeded well heard.
Praise the sea, on shore remain.
Hush little owl,
You're with Twi.
I got the moves to get you by.
Big bad crows.
St. Aggie's scamps
Ain't got nothin to show the champ.
I'll pop a spiral
With a twist,
Do a three-sixty
And scatter mist
From the gut comes the strut, and where hunger reigns, strength abstains.
I started m-p-h-ing it homewards in a thrice
Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise. In great enterprises the attempt is enough.
Say, can thy noble spirit stoop
To join the gormandising troop
Who find a solace in a soup?
Fail, fail again, fail better
One battle at a time. - Stolicus
Effort is grossly underrated.
A saint is good when nobody is looking.
Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius.
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay you low?
'Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.