A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.
Katherine Anne PorterRead
Defeat in this world is no disgrace and that is what they cannot understand. If you really fought well and fought for the right thing.
Interpretation
It is not shameful to fail if you have fought for what is just and true.
Katherine Anne Porter's quote highlights the importance of integrity and honor in the struggle for justice. Defeat is only a disgrace if it comes from a lack of effort or moral commitment; true nobility lies in fighting valiantly for the right cause, regardless of the outcome.
In practice
During a motivational speech about perseverance in sports.
A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.
Writing, in any sense that matters, cannot be taught. It can only be learned by each separate one of us in his own way, by the use of his own powers of imagination and perception, the ability to learn the lessons he has set for himself.
You do not create a style. You work, and develop yourself; your style is an emanation from your own being.
They had both noticed that a life of dissipation sometimes gave to a face the look of gaunt suffering spirituality that a life of asceticism was supposed to give and quite often did not.
Miracles are instantaneous, they cannot be summoned, but come of themselves, usually at unlikely moments and to those who least expect them.
Now and again thousands of memories _x000D_ converge, harmonize, _x000D_ arrange themselves around a central idea _x000D_ in a coherent form, _x000D_ and I write a story.
Learn to say, βI donβt know the answer.β It could be the beginning of a very good dayβs rehearsal.
One cannot really argue with a mathematical theorem.
Money is not everything. Make sure you earn a lot before speaking such nonsense.
I believe in intuition and inspiration...at times I feel certain I am right while not knowing the reason.
Appreciation has become my destiny in life. Perhaps it's the instinct of a polar bear enjoying hibernation in the vast snows.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past _x000D_ As wholly wasted, wholly vain, _x000D_ If, rising on its wrecks, at last _x000D_ To something nobler we attain.
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