Failure should be our teacher, not our undertaker. Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end. Failure is something we can avoid only by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.

I don’t mind losing as long as I see improvement or I feel I’ve done as well as I possibly could.

If you are afraid to learn from your mistakes, you will more than likely keep repeating them.

Just because you fail once doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything.

It’s not how far you fall, but how high you bounce that counts.

You don’t have to hold yourself hostage to who you used to be.

If you don’t try at anything you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want.

Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success.

Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.

Giving up is the only sure way to fail.

What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?

If you want something you can have it, but only if you want everything that goes with it, including all the hard work and the despair, and only if you’re willing to risk failure.

Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

If I had to live my life again, I’d make the same mistakes, only sooner.

There’s meaning in every failure. Find it.

To expect punishment is to suffer it; and to earn it is to expect it.

Give thyself time to learn something new and good, and cease to be whirled around.

Or is it your reputation that’s bothering you? But look at how soon we’re all forgotten. The abyss of endless time that swallows it all. The emptiness of those applauding hands. The people who praise us; how capricious they are, how arbitrary. And the tiny region it takes place. The whole earth a point in space – and most of it uninhabited.

An action committed in anger, is an action doomed to failure.

Keep your head up in failure, and your head down in success.

Perhaps the desire of the thing called fame torments you. See how soon everything is forgotten, and look at the chaos of infinite time on each side of the present, and the emptiness of applause, and the fickleness and lack of judgment in those who pretend to give praise, and the narrowness of its domain, and be quiet at last.

It is not right that anything of any other kind, such as praise from the many, or power, or enjoyment of pleasure, should come into competition with that which is rationally and politically and practically good.

If money is your only standard, then consider that, by your lights, someone who loses their nose does not suffer any harm.