No person who has not spent a period of his life in those ‘stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole’ will understand fully what trees and flowers, sun-flecked turf and running streams mean to the soul of a man
ERNEST SHACKLETONDifficulties are just things to overcome after all.
More Ernest Shackleton Quotes
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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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I called to the other men that the sky was clearing, and then a moment later I realized that what I had seen was not a rift in the clouds but the white crest of an enormous wave.
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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 have often marveled at the thin line which separates success from failure.
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A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.
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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 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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By endurance we conquer.
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Superhuman effort isn’t worth a damn unless it achieves results.
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If you’re a leader, a fellow that other fellows look to, you’ve got to keep going.
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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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From the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.
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Difficulties are just things to overcome after all.
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When things are easy, I hate it.
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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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