It is not the critic who counts

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It is not the critic who counts;
Not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
Who strives valiantly;
Who errs and comes short again and again;
Who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
Who spends himself in a worthy cause;
Who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
And who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
So that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

~ Theodore Roosevelt

Comments

Syra said…
if we contemplate and listen to our inner self our conscious will speak out loud where we lacked, where we right and where we wronged
October 6, 2010 at 7:42 PM
Isbah Omer said…
Welcome back Syra Star :) thanks for your comment. Its funny, but you the times when you try and try and you don't get any resolution out of what you are doing... well, i read this one at that time and it really helped me find resolution for myself.
October 7, 2010 at 10:26 AM
Syra said…
thanks Isbah :)
i know what you mean
November 15, 2010 at 6:09 PM
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