There’s always a chance to win the crown But when we fail to give our best We simply haven’t met the test.
Sometimes I think the Fates must Grin as we denounce and insist
The only reason we can’t win
Is the Fates themselves that miss
Yet there lives on an ancient claim
We win or lose within ourselves
The shining trophies on our shelves
Can never win tomorrow’s game
You and I know deeper down
The Crabbit Old Woman (“What Do You See?”) poem was originally written in 1966 by a nurse named Phyllis McCormack, who worked with geriatric patients at Sunnyside Hospital, Montrose in Scotland.
The Four-fold Franciscan prayer is a devotional discipline derived from the teachings of Francis of Assisi and Clare of Assisi. The prayer is divided into four sequences: “gazing, considering, contemplating, and imitating.”
In his awe-inspiring book, Wooden: A Lifetime of Observations and Reflections on and Off the Court, former UCLA Bruins Basketball coach John Wooden shared a poem that exemplifies the power of showing up and giving your best in everything you do.
They Ask Me Why I Teach, a poem written by teacher Glennice L. Harmon. The poem is often recited and is a favourite of former UCLA Basketball hall of fame coach John Wooden.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
The Death Song Poem is often attributed to native American Shawnee chief and warrior Tecumseh. The poem is often referred to by different names: Sing Your Death Song poem, die like a hero going home poem, The Indian Death Prayer, The Indian Death Poem, Live Your Life poem etc.
Tecumseh was a Native American Shawnee chief and warrior who became the primary leader of a multi-tribal confederacy that led his people to resist the expansion of the United States into Native American land. He was one of the most celebrated leaders of his time.
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it’s well understood,
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.
Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man’s wealth,
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
I’ve dreamed many a dream that’s never come true,
I’ve seen them vanish at dawn,
But enough of my dreams have come true
To make me keep dreaming on
Quand les choses vont mal, comme il arrivera souvent,
Quand la route que tu suis semble monter constamment,
Quand les finances sont mauvaises et les dettes encore pires,
Quand tu voudrais sourire et que tu pousses un soupir,
Quand les soucis te pressent, quand tout semble un tracas,
Repose-toi si tu veux mais ne lâche surtout pas
Start where you stand and never mind the past,
The past won’t help you in beginning new,
If you have left it all behind at last
Why, that’s enough, you’re done with it, you’re through;
This is another chapter in the book,
This is another race that you have planned,
Don’t give the vanished days a backward look,
Start where you stand.
Si, en anglais “If—”, est un poème de Rudyard Kipling, écrit en 1895, et publié en 1910. Le poème a connu plusieurs traductions françaises dont celle qu’André Maurois a faite en 1918 dans son livre Les silences du colonel Bramble sous le titre : Tu seras un homme, mon fils.
Titre: Notre peur la plus profonde
Auteur: Marianne Williamson
La source: Un retour à l’amour : manuel de psychothérapie spirituelle : lacher prise,pardonner,aimer de Marianne Williamson
Films cités: Les Mots d’Akeelah, Coach Carter
American literary critic, author and scholar, William Lyon Phelps ( 1865 – 1943) was a professor of English at Yale University from 1901 to 1933, where he taught a course on the Modern Novel. In a radio broadcast on April 6, 1933, he delivered “The Pleasure of Books” speech:
The habit of reading is one of the greatest resources of mankind; and we enjoy reading books that belong to us much more than if they are borrowed. A borrowed book is like a guest in the house; it must be treated with punctiliousness, with a certain considerate formality. You must see that it sustains no damage; it must not suffer while under your roof. You cannot leave it carelessly, you cannot mark it, you cannot turn down the pages, you cannot use it familiarly. And then, some day, although this is seldom done, you really ought to return it.
I KEEP six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
