You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
Am I motivated by what I really want out of life - or am I mass-motivated?
You trivialize the idea of competition totally, then there's no point in having the competition in the first place, and everybody is getting a trophy.
The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.
You know, you want to win and you want a ring. But when you win and you get the ring, you never really wear it.
Does not the latent feeling that much of their striving is to no purpose tend to infuse large quantities of sham into men's work?
I daydreamed for motivation. I didn't lie to myself and talk about my passions and how if I was passionate enough about something I could be successful at it.
We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire.
a manufactured interest has no staying quality - especially if it involves any hard work.
