defeated

Politics has become so expensive that it takes a lot of money even to be defeated.

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.

Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?

But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

The State thrives on war - unless, of course, it is defeated and crushed - expands on it, glories in it.

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.

With God, the fear of failure is slain cold by success that is already hot on the way.

Many people are trying hard to be invincible, and most of the time they fail invisible, while few find their spotlight. But the remarkable person is one, who can be both invincible and invisible at the same time.

Arrogant people beat each other.

But don't they say that all is fair in love and war? I heard that somewhere.""'They?' Who are 'they?'""I don't know. Just people.""That's what the victorious claim, not the defeated; the powerful, not the powerless. 'All is fair.' 'The end justifies the means.' Is that what you believe?

Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we aredoomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of findingperfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won'tbe disappointed.

To smile when you are defeated means your defeat is already defeated!

I have become convinced that God thoroughly enjoys fixing and saving things that are broken. That means that no matter how hurt and defeated you feel, no matter how badly you have been damaged, God can repair you. God can give anyone a second chance.

winter is no stranger to cold hearts.

It__ like I__ on a roller-coaster ride, but I__ not allowed to get off. I__ strapped to the seat, and within eyesight the unfinished twirl of the track swirls into the air.

its more a trance, jonah said. the whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down ans down. and there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. Its not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing until my ribs are crushed.