Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.
I like the image of The Old Man and the Sea, of striving and succeeding but finding that the success was ghost success. In other words, in the long run, after a certain age, the motives for success, pride or oppressing people or getting power.
There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
And yet, winning is like a welcome drink going down your throat, like a beautiful embrace. It is brilliant while it lasts but it isn't forever. The high eventually melts away and the journey of life begins afresh. The truly remarkable among us visit these highs periodically; winning then becomes a journey, a graph where each point is crucial but is in reality merely part of a larger curve.
We seem to be riding on the top of the highest mast of the tallest ship; and yet at the same time we know that nothing of this sort matters; love is not proved thus, nor great achievements completed thus; so that we sport with the moment and preen our feathers in it lightly.
Success is an absurd, erratic thing. She arrives when one least expects her and after she has come may depart again almost because of a whim.
In football, nothing lasts forever.
You win a while, and then it’s done - Your little winning streak.
Yes, victory is sweet, but it doesn't necessarily make life any easier the next season or even the next day.
I had all of one nanosecond to savor the news before we had to move on to other problems.
Everything alters and changes with time. Some things that are considered triumphs, and 10 years later, they're considered minor.
Things kind of have their arc: you get signed, and your first thought is, 'Oh my God, I made it!' But you never really make it.
Do not think about records, because one day, they will break.
