losing

It is not important how many competitions you have attended, it only matters how many you have won.

Except in a very few matches, usually with world-class performers, there is a point in every match (and in some cases it's right at the beginning) when the loser decides he's going to lose. And after that, everything he does will be aimed at providing an explanation of why he will have lost. He may throw himself at the ball (so he will be able to say he's done his best against a superior opponent). He may dispute calls (so he will be able to say he's been robbed). He may swear at himself and throw his racket (so he can say it was apparent all along he wasn't in top form). His energies go not into winning but into producing an explanation, an excuse, a justification for losing.

In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.

Often losing is better than winning. So don't fear to lose.

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

Time is a place where most of the relationships get lost. And, the ugliest part is that there are no lost and found boxes. There is no hope that you might get it back.

I lost my family,_ he says softly. The tone of his voice justifies my earlier regret. __f you have nothing to love, you have nothing to lose. Even your own life becomes meaningless.

Most of us are naturally inclined to struggle against the restrictions our friends and family impose upon us, but if we are so unfortunate as to lose a loved one, what a difference then! Then the restriction becomes a sacred trust.

[Deserters], they've given up everything. Oaths. Families. When you desert, it breaks you. It leaves you willing to do anything, because you've already given away everything you could have cared about losing.

The nicest thing about being lost is that you get rid of the fear of losing your path!

Never a horse that can__ be rode and never a rider that can__ be throwed. (I__l pass this off as my own, but I really stole it from my father, a cowboy and rodeo rider in his younger years.)

Life is constant, in losing one or another.

In a democracy, someone who fails to get elected to office can always console himself with the thought that there was something not quite fair about it.

A heroic, losing battle! I'm tired of brave men who die. There's nothing pretty about losing.

Winning or losing achieves the same result--change.

It's way too easy to get used to losing, it does something small to you.

when you__e winning, it makes them feel like they__e losing or, worse yet, that maybe they should__e tried to do something too, but now it__ too late. And since they didn__, they want to stop you. You can__ let them.

Stop counting your losses and start counting your blessings. Only then will you discover that losses are always easier to point out and count than blessings. And that your blessings will always outnumber your losses, for they are truly immeasurable.