If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
A woman is not a piece of furniture, she is a beautiful flower. She should only hear nice words and command your full attention. It is better to say something wonderful to her every day than to work in a gloomy frenzy for her sake every day of your life.
Repentance is the most useless thing in the world. Nothing can be brought back or changed. Nothing can be fixed. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life didn’t mean for us to be perfect. Those who are perfect should be placed in museum.
Women should be either worshipped, or abandoned. Anything else is just lies.
One can speak about happiness for only five minutes, and no longer. There’s nothing to say about it, except that you are happy. But one can spend whole days and nights talking about unhappiness.
“No”, he said quickly. “Never. Stay friends? Try to grow a small rose garden on the ashes of broken feelings? No, this will never work for you and me. It happens only after small affairs and it looks fake. Love should not be spoiled by friendship. The end is the end.”
No one can become stranger than the person you once loved.
How clumsy a person behaves when he is truly in love! How quickly his self-confidence fades! And how lonely he feels; all his praised experience seems to be gone, just like fog, and he feels so weak and helpless.
Only he, who knows what loneliness is, knows the true value of meeting with his beloved.
Love cannot stand explanations. It requires actions.
Love wants to be eternal. That is the source of the torture it causes us.
A woman becomes smarter when she is in love, whereas a man simply loses his mind.
Only when you leave someone do you become completely fascinated by everything about them. That’s the paradox of love.
Only the unhappy man appreciates happiness. A happy man doesn’t truly feel joy any more than a mannequin does. He merely displays it; he doesn’t possess it. Light doesn’t shine in the light; it shines in the dark.
A man is truly happy only when he pays the least amount of attention possible to the passage of time, and when fears no longer chase him. Even if your fears chase you, laugh. What else you can do?
Happiness is the most vague and expensive thing is the world.
The most wonderful place is the one where you as a person feel happy.
A man is stronger than his destiny up until that point when he gives up.
The more primitive a man is, the more highly he regards himself.
There’s nothing more tedious than seeing how a person shows his intellect, especially if there isn’t any.
“Nothing’s lost yet”, I said. “You only lose someone when he’s dead.”
The less a man loves himself, the more he values.
It’s a mistake to think that all people have the same ability to feel.
Remember this one thing, my boy: never, never, never can a man make himself ridiculous in the eyes of a woman when he does something for her sake.
I have always thought a woman should not tell a man she is in love with him. Her shining and happy eyes should bear witness to that.
If a woman belongs to another man, she is five times more desirable than the one you can easily have.
Never explain anything to women. Instead, take action. Always act.
Whatever you can’t get always seems better than whatever you have. This is the romance and the stupidity of our life.
They say life is hard for the first seventy years. Then it starts getting better.
Life is like a sailing boat which has too many sails and can turn over at any time.
Whatever happens to you, never take it personally. Nothing in this world is so important.
– Erich Maria Remarque