Failure Quotes Michael Jordan Novels & Stories

But as Charles pushed further, the cracks in the defense began to widen. Jordan, sitting there with his usual smirk, leaned forward as though he were about to speak, as if he couldn’t resist making a comment. His voice was a little too loud, a little too confident. “Everything that’s been said here is a misunderstanding,” Jordan said, his voice oozing with false calm. “There is no real evidence to suggest I was involved in any of this.” But then, in a moment of arrogance, he made a fatal slip.

“I heard about it one time from Jackson. He was telling Fiona about how he got Number 1 when he just came and he mentioned this particular jersey number.” “Look, just as coach said, it’s just a number.” I tried to cheer him up but it didn’t work. He was so fixated on the number like he was here when most of the bad things that happened to the people who wore it before him happened. Heck, I wasn’t even here and I’ve been here longer than he has. “Three torn ACLs, two suspensions for using steroids, one expulsion…” he listed off from an invisible checklist. He looked up at me then, his face attempting a smile. “That sounds like a cursed number to me.”

My sister, Gizanne Miller, is the founder and CEO of Miller Corporation. I hide my identity and join the company as an intern. However, the Head of HR, Dorothy Kellan, tells me that after three months as an intern, I will not be offered a permanent position, and that all my wages from the internship will be withheld. "Why?" "You took three days off." I look at Dorothy, almost amused. "First of all, that was bereavement leave. Second, I followed the proper procedure when I applied for it. And third..." I turn to look at another intern who started on the same day as me, Ethan Holte. "He takes days off every month to take care of his girlfriend who suffers from menstrual pain. Why does

Michael said while pouting like a kid. "Ask that housekeeper." Jordan joked. "Yeah! Very funny." Michael said sarcastically. "By the way I also want a Bae." Jordan confessed even though he just broke up a week ago. And as much I knew Michael and Jordan, they can't survive without lying their heads on a girl's chest and laps respectively. They both made me addicted to this too. I remember I usually rested my head on Nancy's stomach while doing some work on my phone. She played with my hair which was like a stress reliever.

I thought, "This is it. Finally, I'll get in." But then he dropped the bomb. The moment he saw my name, he froze. Then he said without hesitation, "Crestwood University can't admit you." Once again, I was rejected. After failing three times, I felt utterly hopeless. My parents watched me sob uncontrollably, and tears welled up in their own eyes. "How can this be? My daughter is the top student! How could she not get in?" Even they couldn't believe it.

"What do you mean?" Petra slowly turned toward him. Her expression had become serious. "The Jordan system failed because I refused to fix the software which I programmed for them," Petra explained, speaking carefully as memories she had tried so hard to bury returned all at once. "His company folded and closed because of this. What if he comes for revenge? I know Pete Jordan. He's not the type that gives up easily." Malcolm immediately reached across the desk and gently held her hand, hoping to calm the fear growing inside her.

I look at Michael Thomas in a cash-only coffee shop on Fulton Street in June and see, for the first time, without the distance of the marriage or the heat of the dissolution, something that was always there underneath everything. A man who learned the wrong things from a father he admired and did not know how to unlearn them. Not an excuse. A fact. “I failed you,” he says. Not dramatically. In the flat, practiced tone of someone who has said this sentence many times in a therapist’s office and has arrived at a version of it that is true rather than performative. I look at him. “Yes,” I say. He nods. He expected that. He does not flinch from it.

He had a thousand and one questions to ask and he couldn't even bring himself to do it. “Do you mean that the current clinical trial that we thought would be her last isn't working anymore?” he asked in a shaky voice and Dr Roman nodded his head. Jordan took deep breaths and he tried to take control of the alarms going off in his head. This was a joke right? A dry joke that was only to pull his legs. Deep down he knew it wasn't and reality was finally setting in.

Then, he immediately burst into tears and cried bitterly. All his life, he had been winning all his battles without suffering any losses. However, he didn’t expect to face his biggest failure in his nineties, and that he would lose to his son of all people. He was aggrieved, and was even more ashamed when he saw that Chandler was around. “Chandler, I must’ve been a joke to you today…” Chandler shook his head solemnly. “Jordan, you should clear your mind for now. Your health is the most important. While there is life, there is hope! If you want to take back your power, you must first take care of your health! Alright?”

But that matter aside, Jordan is still out of it. Being absorbed by the fact that is Madison is gone. He could only just stare at Gavin, looking blankly. He's too shock that he can't think of anything aside from the thoughts, regrets and self-blame. Gavin on the other hand, couldn't stand the sight of Jordan being like that, ignoring him even after being pushed to the wall harshly. He was so annoyed and mad that he raised his fist and was about to punch him when he heard Jordan mumbled. "I... I failed... I failed again... I failed to protect her..."