quotes about failing

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A note from the Indivisible Team
A note for all of us who feel defeated after Sessions from the Indivisible Team: This is the long game.

A note for all of us who feel defeated after Sessions from the Indivisible Team: This is the long game. We are going to lose a lot. We are going to get good at losing. We are going to lose cabinet votes for terrible nominees. We are going to lose bills that are offensive and appalling. But while we are losing, something else is going to happen. We are going to keep raising our voices and slowly our representatives are going to start listening to us. We’ve seen it happen. 


It won’t happen because of next week’s call to action. It’ll happen over months, where you keep showing up, regularly. Then, we are going to start winning. It’ll sneak up on us. We won’t understand why we are winning. But it starts with losing in a particular way- where we raise our voices and call it out when we aren’t listened to, where we get close but not quite there.

The first 100 days of a President’s term are the honeymoon period, the moment when he’s most likely to get his agenda enacted. Trump is spending his first 100 days mired in controversy, scandal, and backbiting - and that’s because you haven’t for a moment let anyone in Washington forget just how unpopular he is.

Every time we change the narrative, every time we delay, every time there’s a newspaper story about a member of Congress avoiding his or her constituents, that’s a win. And it matters.

You have already made history. You’ve delayed the confirmation of Trump’s cabinet picks longer than any time in recent history. You stopped the gutting on the congressional ethics office. You’ve made Republicans so nervous about the repeal of the Affordable Care Act that it’s been pushed further and further down the road. You caused an uproar of historic proportions over Trump’s Muslim ban and saved lives and reunited families in the process. You’ve inspired people who have never before taken action to make their voices heard and learn how to do things like check how their members of Congress voted and call them out for it.

We’ll never even know about some of the victories - because those will be the fights that this Administration considered starting and then realized it couldn’t win.

We’re in this together. Every visit. Every call. Every loss. Every win. That’s just what friends do. #StandIndivisible

In solidarity,

The Indivisible Team

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“Sir Francis, he was a figurehead of great courage and bold exploits. No one like him ever existed in my family. Why do you think I drink? Because I know I’ll never be like him.”

Yuzuru Hanyu appreciating his training partner Javier Fernandez

“When I feel nervous, he (Javier) [is] usually talking about something funny. So, I think I owe what I won to him” (Yuzuru Hanyu 2017)


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He thinks about Kit, some kind of warped, ruined saint with all her broken morals and shades of grey, surrounded by all of her foolish righteous holier-than-thou comrades, whiter than white, and he swallows heavily, because finally he understands what she meant. He doesn’t understand you like I do though, does he? he thinks, but she turns her back before he gets the chance to say it out loud.

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I think it’s already been discussed that the three major Castiel episodes this season represent Cas’s past (Lily Sunder has some regerets), Cas’s present (Stuck in the Middle with you) and Cas’s fututre (The Future, duh).

What I love about this is that the first two episodes are verily clear in their messages. In the past Cas was “an angel’s angel”, although he aways had rebellious leanings and, of course, a heart that made him compassionate (the little flinch when the girl screamed). In the present, he is completely devoted to the Winchesters. He loves them. This is spelled out so clearly that no one, not even Dean “denial” Winchester, can possibly ignore it.

I’ve talked about it in this post: I think it mostly points to Cas’s story being more focused on himself in the coming season, instead of on the Winchesters. But other than that I think it‘s really quite unclear what will happen.

And I kinda love that. We can speculate of course, but I’ve seen speculation about Cas’s future range from “He’s gonna choose to be human” to “He’ll turn into a Prince of Hell” and all of them had really convincing arguments.

In the end, I guess, it all comes back to this:

“The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.“ - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Pizoner of Askaban

After a while, the Chair of Indefinite Studies said, “You know, I think I prefer the kind of universal law that says the third son of a king always gets the princess. They make sense.”
“The universe is so big, sir, that it obeys all possible laws,” said Ponder. “For a given value of ‘teapot’.”

– that’s what we call physics | Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld II: The Globe

I would have done anything for you; and I don’t mean that I would take a bullet for you, even though I would make my body a shield to ensure your safety. No, no. I mean I would have done anything for you. I would have put band-aids and stitches on all of the cuts and scrapes that other people have left on your body. I would have put my favorite jacket on the ground, would have picked up all of the rocks on the street, just to make sure that your steps were safe. I would have given up my house, all of the lights and electricity because you were my home and my source of energy. I would have given up my life, whether that meant being your Kevlar vest or being the person who held your hand as we ran away together, I would have been there. I would have kissed you in the pouring rain, would have danced until we got a cold and were stuck in bed for a week, would have put a blanket on the hood of my car and watched the stars on a dangerous cliff that screamed cheesy. I would have given you a ring, and to shit with diamonds. I would have given you a ring that cost a quarter, and I would have known that you loved it. I would have watched you at our wedding, would have cried, would have felt my heart expand to the size of Jupiter because I finally would have understood how it felt to have something so delicate, so imperfect, so wondrous, be a piece of me. I would have written you letters every single day about why I loved you because every day I discovered something new. I would have spit my love for you in the face of anyone who dared not to believe it. I would have chased a train, would have gone across the world, would have written you a billion songs so that every moment of every day you would know how I cared.

I would have done it all. I promise, I would have. You just never gave me a chance. My “I love you”, my “I would do anything for you”, my “please, don’t do this,” was not enough. You still turned around that day. You still had my Kevlar around your heart and my anything somewhere between the Atlantic Ocean and Atlantis. So, because of you, I learned not to do anything for the next person that would walk into my life. Because of you, I had taken a bullet. I just never imagined that the bullet’s entrance would come from behind, that the person with the bulletproof vest would brutally murder the person who had given it to them. No, no. That’s not what love is supposed to be, is it? Because of you, I learned that love was not about how much you were willing to do for them. Love was just brutal. Love was just agony. Love was stepping into the arms of someone else, and knowing that by the end, one of you will have held the gun while the other fell to the ground. It is inevitable. You would do anything for them. Even if that anything is to let them end your ability to love. Because of you, I lost my opportunity to give my anything to a person who deserved anything.

—  (e.p.) // “You have taken something from me. From everyone who tried to love me, and from everyone who walked away as they realized they would fail.”
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ORGANIZATION XIII FANFEST - DAY VIII : FLURRY
↳ prompt: friend and foe

it’s hard to trust the same flame that burnt your hand to warm you.

It is said that you should
never take more than you can give
but we both know from loaning out our hearts 
that it only leaves us more lonely than before. 

It’s been months already but mitosis
still instructs us to slow down. See,
we are anxious like earthquakes from
trying again, barely even able
to hold each other’s hands without
glowing hot like fireflies that look like
lighthouses to astronauts on the moon.

But maybe soon enough 
we’ll be back to playing hide and seek
inside each other’s skin again,
cracking each other open like eggshells
before peeling away at worn-out love
ripe like clementines and
chipping paint in empty houses.

Maybe tomorrow
we’ll begin by ripping out the
blanket stitches from our wounds and
throwing sewing machines down skyscrapers
because we’ve both got seams that can’t be mended
by waiting on the same people anymore.

—  astagesetforcatastrophe, soon enough
INTP Goals Don’t Make Sense

If you’re an INTP who has to deal with a lot of J’s, then you probably know exactly how this works. The Judger (as opposed to the Perceiver) prefers to make his plans in advance. He likes clear goals and wants to know exactly what is happening and how it’s going to work.

The INTP isn’t a Judger. Obviously. We don’t think like a Judger. But we do live in a society that has a higher percentage of Judgers than Perceivers, and it often seems that the INTP is a bit more extreme when it comes to being a Perceiver. INTPs dislike committing to anything, from opinions to actions.

For example, even when I have an opinion, I’m often loathe to express it because I don’t know if something will later make me change that opinion. If my mother (a Judger) asks me to make a declarative statement on my brother’s girlfriend, then I’m going to hem and haw, not because I don’t like her, but because I don’t want to say anything definite.

Another thing about being an INTP is having to make goals. Everyone expects you to have goals for your life. The world abounds with quotes about people who fail to plan planning to fail, and other similar maxims. Stuff like that drives me up a nutty wall because I don’t like setting goals.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have goals.

When living with Judgers, one learns to keep one’s goals to oneself. It’s not that I don’t have stuff I want to do with my life. I actually have an internal plan for writing a novel and submitting it for publication, but it’s not what a Judger would call a plan. It’s not written down, and I don’t have any accountability partners. It’s much easier to do the work and not focus on the goal. Focusing on a goal simply puts pressure on that Introverted Thinking and Extroverted Intuition, and it makes one feel panicky.

INTPs don’t need goals in the traditional sense of the word. Although we’re commonly thought of as procrastinators on an epic scale, the fact is that we simply know exactly what really needs to be done, and we’re not going to waste more than one second of time on doing it than we absolutely must. We don’t think from point to point, but rather in a tangle of thoughts that somehow make sense to us.

It’s not that the INTP doesn’t have goals for his life. Rather, the INTP is going to keep his goals locked away from common sight and work towards them so quietly that other people will be continually shocked by his intelligence and ingenuity.

“I honestly don’t think I can ever come to terms with how he left. He told me he loved me in the morning and after work, he didn’t anymore. I don’t know why I would want to let myself go through that again.”

“It’s not about finding someone worth being hurt, it’s putting yourself on the right track to find whoever that is. Let yourself get hurt more, this is life and you can’t take little baby steps into people’s lives because you are afraid of the pain that could come along. You can’t lose sight of what you want because you are on the path to get there right now, even if you don’t see it.”

—  excerpt from a book I will never write #2 // baby steps