Sinto-me sempre mal quando presumo compreender aquilo por que os outros passaram, (algo que, com remorso meu, tendo a fazer automaticamente), e me apercebo do quão enganada estou. Mas então como pode quem quer que seja avaliar experiências alheias, quando cada uma é tão diferente das outras e cada pessoa lida com elas de maneiras tão pouco semelhantes?
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them 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, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
"The Man in the Arena", Theodore Roosevelt
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ResponderEliminarOlá! Muito bom encontrar gente da Terceira por aqui :) tbm sou! Bjim continua cm o blog!
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