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Because," he said in an even voice, "you're used to winning, so you don't even think about how, every time there's a game, both sides get that 'rah, rah, team' speech from their coaches both sides hear 'you're the best!' 'You've got to win!' 'You're the greatest!' But half of the people playing that game are going to walk away losers. Half!

I said that i would try to win, but to win for her.

You win, not by defeating others, but by performing better than before.

Who ever said, __t__ not whether you win or lose that counts,_ probably lost.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

Sometimes the only way to win is not to play the game.

Those who hate lawyers, have either hired the wrong one and lost, represented themselves and lost, or had such a bad case that no lawyer could win it.

You may choose to live like a miser,_ Leo said, __ut I__l be damned if I have to. You__e incapable of enjoying the moment because you__e always intent on tomorrow. Well, for some people, tomorrow never come

The importance of "small wins"When we believe that we can win it's amazing how positive we can become.So, to make positive change, plan small wins along the way.

When you are not afraid to fail, you will always win.

If you want to win, you're going to have to fight.

It's a theme born out of the Christian faith rather than a pagan understanding of the universe. Both views agree that we human beings are small, frail, and limited in our ability to battle the forces of the world that seek to destroy us. In response, the pagan worldview says, "We cannot win this on our strength. Therefore, let us go down fighting nobly and die well."The Christian worldview, on the other hand, says, "We cannot win this on our own strength. Therefore, we must rely on a Power outside of ourselves to win this for us.

Maybe I have said it, maybe I haven't chess isn't about math, it's about strategy. If you know math this doesn't make you good in chess, you must have strategy to win.

I__ tired of sitting. I__ tired of watching everyone else work. I can set my own limits, Amelia. Let me do as I wish._ __o._ Incredulously Amelia watched as Win picked up a broom from the corner. __in, put that down and stop being silly!_ Annoyance whipped through her. __ou__e not going to help anyone by expending all your reserves on menial tasks._ __ can do it._ Win gripped the broom handle with both hands as if she sensed Amelia was on the verge of wrenching it away from her. __ won__ overtax myself._ __ut down the broom._ __eave me alone,_ Win cried. __o dust something!_ __in, if you don____ Amelia__ attention was diverted as she saw her sister__ gaze fly to the kitchen threshold. Merripen stood there, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. Although it was early morning, he was already dusty and perspiring, his shirt clinging to the powerful contours of his chest and waist. He wore an expression they knew well__he implacable one that meant you could move a mountain with a teaspoon sooner than change his mind about something. Approaching Win, he extended a broad hand in a wordless demand. They were both motionless. But even in their stubborn opposition, Amelia saw a singular connection, as if they were locked in an eternal stalemate from which neither wanted to break free. Win gave in with a helpless scowl. __ have nothing to do._ It was rare for her to sound so peevish. ____ sick of sitting and reading and staring out the window. I want to be useful. I want_ Her voice trailed away as she saw Merripen__ stern face. __ine, then. Take it!_ She tossed the broom at him, and he caught it reflexively. ____l just find a corner somewhere and quietly go mad. I__l__ __ome with me,_ Merripen interrupted calmly. Setting the broom aside, he left the room. Win exchanged a perplexed glance with Amelia, her vehemence fading. __hat is he doing?_ __ have no idea._ The sisters followed him down a hallway to the dining room, which was spattered with rectangles of light from the tall multipaned windows that lined one wall. A scarred table ran down the center of the room, every available inch covered with dusty piles of china _ towers of cups and saucers, plates of assorted sizes sandwiched together, bowls wrapped in tattered scraps of gray linen. There were at least three different patterns all jumbled together. __t needs to be sorted,_ Merripen said, gently nudging Win toward the table. __any pieces are chipped. They must be separated from the rest._ It was the perfect task for Win, enough to keep her busy but not so strenuous that it would exhaust her. Filled with gratitude, Amelia watched as her sister picked up a teacup and held it upside down. The husk of a tiny dead spider dropped to the floor. __hat a mess,_ Win said, beaming. ____l have to wash it, too, I suppose._ __f you__ like Poppy to help__ Amelia began. __on__ you dare send for Poppy,_ Win said. __his is my project, and I won__ share it._ Sitting at a chair that had been placed beside the table, she began to unwrap pieces of china.

A voracious gambler does not gamble until he wins, but until he loses everything, and a smart one knows when to quit.

I wonder how Merripen is faring,_ Win said, her blue eyes soft with concern. Merripen, the cook-maid, and the footman had gone to the house two days earlier to prepare for the Hathaways_ arrival. __o doubt he__ been working ceaselessly day and night,_ Amelia replied, __aking inventory, rearranging everything in sight, and issuing commands to people who don__ dare disobey him. I__ sure he__ quite happy.

I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.

Evil will Never win from Righteousness