Not getting what you want either means you don’t want it enough, or you have been dealing too long with the price you have to pay.
RUDYARD KIPLINGAll good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!
More Rudyard Kipling Quotes
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We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.
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One cannot resist the lure of Africa.
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Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.
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Politicians. Little Tiny Gods on Wheels.
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All the money in the world is no use to a man or his country if he spends it as fast as he makes it. All he has left is his bills and the reputation for being a fool.
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Cat said, ‘I am not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.’
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For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
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When the Man waked up he said, ‘What is Wild Dog doing here?’ And the Woman said, ‘His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and always.’
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
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Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.
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Delight in the little things.
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This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.
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When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your god like a soldier.
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The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.
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