One of life’s sorest tragedies is that the people who brim with confidence are always the wrong people.
Maybe I’d lost something. Maybe I’d lost a lot-more, even, than I could suffer-but I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn’t no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.
Arrogance is thinking you are above someone else,
Confidence is knowing no one is above you.
Power comes to those who take it.
Once you believe that you can do something, there is not a single person in the universe who can convince you otherwise.
When you are stressed and challenged by hardships just smile through it as frowning won’t help in changing the situation
I feel my fear moving away in rings through time for a million years.
Walking purposefully, in the knowledge that no one with their sleeves rolled up who walks purposefully with a piece of paper held conspicuously in their hand is ever challenged, he set off across the wood and canvas wonderland of Interesting and Instructive Kinematography.
Self-correction makes me check the ruler of my life against the yardstick of my inner voice. I acknowledge when I don’t measure up. Self-correction is an ongoing process. If done often enough, I can stop myself from straying off the path.
What is life but God’s daring invitation to a remarkable journey? And what is human nature but a staunchly inbred tendency toward self-preservation? And because of the rigidly paradoxical nature of these things, the road of life is seldom trod beyond a few scant steps.