Mistakes and errors are the disciplined true which we advance in life. Mistakes are great teachers. Success comes to those who are willing to risk making mistakes in the pursuit of their goals and aspirations, and who are able to learn from those mistakes. And in order to learn from mistakes you must be willing to pay for them.
Mistakes can be enormously valuable, but when you look to others to pay for your mistakes, then you deprive yourself of the opportunity to learn from them. When something goes wrong, it's usually very easy to find someone else to blame, but what does that really accomplish?
Much of the value of mistakes comes from the fact that they exact a cost that must be paid. The person who learns the most from a mistake is the person who pays the price for that mistake.
When you make a mistake, the last thing you want to do is run from it. Rather,except it.There is much value to be had when you clam it. The mistake has been made, so make the most of it. Pay the price, learn the lesson, and grow that much stronger.
When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind,and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The present is yet in your power and take full advantage in achieving your goals and aspirations.
It’s been seven years since it was placed here, beneath a huge stack of old newspapers on a rack loaded with books.
这张照片放在这里有七年了。它就在装满书的书架里那一大堆旧报纸的下面。
It had been seven years since it came into this world, born from the silvery solution of the photographic tray. Rediscovered from the bottom of that dirt-laden heap, it was able to see the light, still in good state. It was such a relief! Surprisingly, its co-lors had still not turned yellowish pale.squinted my eyes, straining to recognize those emerging faces. Blurred images, faint, yet distinct memories.
There, in the background, stood that not-so-white wall of the classroom, bearing signs of the onslaught of creativity, when they were present. In front of it stood a bunch of bubbly, youthful adolescent teens, grinning ear-to-ear.
“We are reading the first verse of the first chapter of a book whose pages are infinite…”
I do not know who wrote these words, but I have always liked them as a reminder that the future can be anything we want to make it. We can take the out of it anything that we can imagine, just as a carves a from a shapeless stone.
We are all in the position of the farmer. If we plant a good seed, we reap a good harvest. If our seed is poor and full of weeds, we reap a useless crop. If we plant nothing at all, we harvest nothing at all.
I want the future to be better than the past. I don’t want itwhere we will spend the The past is gone and in our businesses, if we will only recognize them. We are just at the beginning of the progress in every field of human
To help others, you don’t have to be an expert in the art; the main thing is the You may be and , wasteful and , but if you help, produces nothing but good. The one you are trying to help knows your ed and encouraged by the magic of your sharing. In nearly every case, your simple to help, into action, produce the good But perhaps the greatest good is the good that you yourself get out of the attempt. Service to others delivers more joy to you than the joy you deliver to them. In doing good, you free yourself from the terrible burden of self; you escape from yourself into a clean world of joy and light. The good you simply try to do, regardless of the outcome, is always a success inside yourself.
Unselfish giving is your most efficient for happiness, for you have you began the project.
They said of him that it was the most peaceful face ever seen there. What passed through Sydney Carton's mind as he walked those last steps to his death? Perhaps he saw into the future...
'I see Barsad, Defarge, the judges, all dying under this terrible machine. I see a beautiful city being built in this terrible place. I see that new people will live here, in real freedom. I see the lives for whom I give my life, happy and peaceful in that England which I shall never see again. I see Lucie when she is old, crying for me on this day every year, and I know that she and her husband remember me until their deaths. I see their son, who has my name, now a man. I see him become a famous lawyer and make my name famous by his work. I hear him tell his son my story.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far far better rest than I go to, than I have ever known.'