No Failure In His Dictionary Novels & Stories

Then he let out a loud sigh. "It was a mistake." I looked at him. simply looked. Because it seemed that he had finally gone insane. "A mistake?" I asked again. "Yes." "A mistake is forgetting your keys." His expression grew dark. "Making coffee with salt instead of sugar is a mistake." Darian turned away his look. It seemed as though he was trying not to smile. I pointed straight to Taryn. "Sleeping with your assistant is not a mistake.” One of the council members cleared his throat clumsily for the first time since arriving.

He looked around and shouted: “Saïda?? Saïda??” he called but she wasn’t close. He then looked at his parents, and in the most sarcastic manner, said: “The girl always walks with a dictionary or so, like she lacks what to do. Never around when I need her,” he frowned at them. “Like right now. I need a dictionary, to define the words good and surprise, to both of you. Then, I’m gonna have to explain what a combination of both words, means.”

But I was feeling very week. I found Nathan was sitting on the couch in my bedroom. I glanced at him and our gaze met. He got up immediately and sauntered to me. "Sorry, Boss. I couldn't find the enemy," He stood lowering his gaze as he was failed. Failure means death in our business, he knows But this time, he is the only one whom I can trust blindly. "I think, the enemy is new, but we can't recognise him. We should think wisely and deeply," He rubbed his jaw.

His shoulders sagged. “I didn’t go to college where we’d planned, I never started up my own advisory firm like his…” Deagan trailed off. “Do you really think he’d care?” She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow at him. “Well... No, I don’t think he’d care.” A small smile formed on his lips, “Dad was the type who smiled when things messed up, he used to say, Failure is yet another chance to achieve greatness. Don’t be disheartened, count yourself lucky, all the other people only got one shot at doing something great.” Deagan scoffed and shook his head in disbelief, “Why is this the first time I’m remembering his words?” his eyes lit up.

it growled, and there was no venom in the words and no particular conviction either, only the testing quality of a question that has not yet found its answer and is not in any hurry to stop looking. "Perhaps," I said, and I let the honesty of that live in my voice without shame, because Nora Roberts taught me that certainty is for the dishonest and the desperate and that the genuinely strong do not need to pretend they cannot fail - they only need to know why they must try anyway. "But failure is not final. It is only a lesson, and I have been a student of very hard lessons for a very long time, and I carry every one of them with me, and together they are enough."

"My answer is no." The leader frowned and looked around at his men with their arms splayed, all women, so stupid, but what can we do? before again pointing at his feet. "You. Knees. Now." "I understand what you’re saying." Moron. Some people drank at the fountain of knowledge. He must have gargled and spit. Then again, he might not have done even that. "That’s why I’m telling you no." He flashed his saber teeth at her. "But you said—"

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

' she quickly regained her senses dashing out of the office as she giggled along the hallway. Seems her research was right, Mr Neil Wayner was a strict, straight forward person, that made his own rules and let people follow them. And the one word he hates the most is failure, he doesn't believe in it at all.

“Not because I stopped believing him. But because I decided to believe something else more. Something I do not have words for yet.” “Try,” I say. “Find the words.” He closes his eyes, then opens them again. “The way you looked when I burned dinner. You were not angry. You were not disappointed. You were surprised. Like you expected me to succeed, but failure was acceptable. It was human. It was allowed.” “Everyone fails.” “Not in my world. Not where I come from. Failure is weakness. Weakness is death. Or exile. Or becoming my father. Present but absent. Successful but empty. Married to someone who waits for what never comes.”

"Do you need more time to think about it?" She turned to look at him. His expression was serious, slightly annoyed. "No ... I had plenty of time to think about it when you were gone, I don't think I can get through it again ... I can't handle any more failures, it's too much." He looked at the inside of his glass and swirled it, "That's precisely the point, we're not going to fail this time ... we're doing this to succeed." "We've always been doing it to succeed ... but we never did ... and the procedures I have to go through ... I read so many failed attempts, I don't think I can go through that again."