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Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

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“I do not blame Lord French. I have no right to blame him, as I am not a soldier nor a military expert. He did his best, with the highest motives. The blunders he made were due to ignorance of modern battles. Many other generals made many other blunders, and our men paid with their lives. Our High Command had to learn by mistakes, by ghastly mistakes, repeated often, until they became visible to the military mind and were paid for again by the slaughter of British youth. One does not blame. A writing-man, who was an observer and recorder, like myself, does not sit in judgment. He has no right to judge. He merely cries out, “O God! … O God!” in remembrance of all that agony and that waste of splendid boys who loved life, and died.”

“എന്റെ വിളക്കു കത്തിക്കപ്പെടുക ഉണ്ടായില്ല. ഞാൻ കാത്തിരുന്നു. എന്റെ മൺവിളക്കു ചായം പുരട്ടി നിറം പിടിപ്പിച്ചു. വാസനയുളള എണ്ണ നിറച്ച് - പതുപതുത്ത തിരിയുമിട്ട് ഞാൻ കാത്തിരുന്നു. പക്ഷേ വിളക്കു കത്തിക്കപ്പെടുകയുണ്ടായില്ല. മിന്നാമിനുങ്ങുകൾ വന്നു. അവരുടെ ചൂടില്ലാത്ത വെളിച്ചത്തിൽ തിരി കത്തിയില്ല. ശ്രീകോവിലിനകത്തുകൂടി കൊളളിമീൻ വീശി. തിരിത്തലപ്പു കരിഞ്ഞു. കത്തിയില്ല. എന്റെ വിളക്കു കത്തിയ്ക്കപ്പെടുകയുണ്ടായില്ല. അവസാനം വരെയും.”

“Her blue eyes wavered as she blinked. He would never forget her shattered emotion at that moment. From her once shining heart, her once gleaming blue eyes—something had died. The blue eyes were now filled with unbearable disappointment and despair. It was at that night he bore witness to the fallen hope of his beloved someone—said hope died in his arms.”

“How often on an expedition have I told myself, "That's enough!" and then a few weeks later when the effort, worry, and hardship were forgotten, I began dreaming about a new journey, planning a new climb. Pretty soon I'd be off again. And once again, it would be dangerous. I never intended to risk my neck, but I knew that if I were ever to stop dreaming or traveling I would be old. And that would drive me to despair.”