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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.

Ernest Shackleton

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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Knowledge Myself Stand
Optimism is true moral courage.
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Courage Moral One Liner Optimism True
We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
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God Man Naked Nature Reach Soul
Difficulties are just things to overcome after all.
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Difficult Hard Time Inspirational
If you’re a leader, a fellow that other fellows look to, you’ve got to keep going.
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Inspirational Journey Leadership Yourself
I have often marveled at the thin line which separates success from failure.
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Failure Myself Separate Success
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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Care Education Imposition Poetry Taste Teacher
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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Eyes Leadership Myself Travel
From the sentimental point of view, it is the last great Polar journey that can be made.
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Emotional Greatness Journey
A man must shape himself to a new mark directly the old one goes to ground.
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Direction Man Old Oneself
By endurance we conquer.
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Conquer Endurance One Liner
Superhuman effort isn’t worth a damn unless it achieves results.
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Achievement Effort Human Result Worth
When things are easy, I hate it.
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Easy Hard Hate Myself Struggle
Optimism is the true moral courage.
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Courage Moral Optimism True
I thought you’d rather have a live donkey than a dead lion.
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Choice Death Live Myself Yourself
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
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Life Man Person Solitude Stream Understand
One feels ‘the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech’ in trying to describe things intangible.
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Description Feeling Human Oneself Word
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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Choice Death Exploration Failure Friendship Known Life Myself True
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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God Hunger Jealous Ourselves
If I had not some strength of will I would make a first class drunkard.
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Class Drink Funny Myself Strength
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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Moments Myself Sky White
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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Distance heavy Imagination Oneself Stand
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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Day Earth Greatness Myself Promise

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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