We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
ERNEST SHACKLETONDifficulties are just things to overcome after all.
More Ernest Shackleton Quotes
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I seemed to vow to myself that some day I would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till I came to one of the poles of the earth, the end of the axis upon which this great round ball turns.
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The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below.
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From the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.
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A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.
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When things are easy, I hate it.
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I have often marveled at the thin line which separates success from failure.
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Optimism is the true moral courage.
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After months of want and hunger, we suddenly found ourselves able to have meals fit for the gods, and with appetites the gods might have envied.
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I chose life over death for myself and my friends. I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure would be not to explore at all.
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Teachers should be very careful not to spoil their pupils’ taste for poetry for all time by making it a task and an imposition.
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If I had not some strength of will I would make a first class drunkard.
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Now my eyes are turned from the South to the North, and I want to lead one more Expedition. This will be the last to the North Pole.
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I do not know what ‘moss’ stands for in the proverb , but if it stood for useful knowledge… I gathered more moss by rolling than I ever did at school.
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I thought you’d rather have a live donkey than a dead lion.
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One feels ‘the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech’ in trying to describe things intangible.
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