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“Cowards die many times before their deaths,” wrote
Shakespeare. But “The valiant never taste of death but once.”
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Shakespeare şöyle yazmıştır: "Korkaklar ölmeden önce birçok kez ölürler." Ama "Yiğit ölümü bir kez tadar."
Planty and peace breeds cowards ; hardness even of hardiness is mother
.
SHAKESPEARE
Bolluk ve rahatlık korkaklar yetiştirir; güç koşullar, güç koşulların anasıdır. (Ç.N.)
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Korkaklar ölmeden önce birçok kez ölürler;
Yiğit, ölümü bir kez tadar.
Şimdiye kadar duyduğum tüm mucizeler arasında,
İnsanların korkması bana çok garip geliyor;
Ölümün gerekli bir son olduğunu görerek,
geleceği zaman gelecek.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a
"Planty and peace breeds cowards; hardness even of hardiness is mother"
SHAKESPEARE
Bolluk ve rahatlık korkaklar yetiştirir; güç koşullar, güç koşulların anasıdır. (Ç.N.)
“The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth, but you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that!” Rocky Balboa
Once you get used to relying on others, you won't believe in your own power.People who don't trust their own hearts are the poorest cowards. No matter how hard they try, it will all end up in vain
To be, or not to be; that is the question;
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep:
Nor more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; ‘tis a
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.