The Will To Keep Winning Novels & Stories

"Well I just resigned. What other solution can you give to a jobless person about to lose her sanity?" He chuckled. "You're not about to lose your sanity, Theresa. What you're going through and what you're feeling is simply because you think it's too much to handle. You see, when I was younger, my coach told me that without the winning mentality, I assure you, you can't win. He was so explicit, I began to think he thought I was a failure. But he was simply helping me find it somewhere up here." He motioned to his head. "The mentality that I could win and get into the team." "Did you?"

After all, the pressure of bringing another person along and the decision of staking it all in one move were two opposite states. The staff paused before shaking his head modestly. “No, no matter how many people there are, you will still win.” It was not that they lost to the champion, but that the driverless car lost to human will. ......

The man swallowed nervously. "I've already won three rounds. Can I go now?" Remiel replied regretfully, "If you win, I have to leave. What happens to my dignity then?" The man was on the verge of tears. "How much longer do we have to keep gambling?" Remiel said calmly, "We'll keep gambling until I win." The man's face turned pale in an instant. Losing meant death unless he could keep winning indefinitely. However, that was impossible.

“We’re with you. We’ll continue to gather evidence and build our case. This isn’t just your fight, Kylie—it’s ours. And we’re not going to let them take Bhutan from you.” I took a breath of air and looked out at the horizon. The building's glass facade sparkled like the sky above it, and there was this tremendous pressure mounting within me at that point. "I have to win," I said to myself. "If I don't win, I lose everything—my company, my reputation, and everyone else's future that's at stake because of us."

For as long as it took. Because it was never truly over. But that did not mean we had lost. It meant we had to keep winning. Every single day.

“But still distracted.” Nikolai exhaled sharply. “I’m not distracted.” “You’re here,” his uncle replied. “But not completely.” That was the problem. Nikolai reset his stance again, jaw tightening. “I won the round.” “This isn’t about winning.” A pause. “It’s about control.” Control. He had it. He always had it. “Then control yourself,” his uncle continued. “Because when you hesitate out there—” he gestured vaguely, meaning more than just the training room “—it won’t be a missed strike. It’ll be a mistake you don’t recover from.”

"People like me achieve excellence because we're driven to win at all costs." Emmeline's eyebrows drew together, prompting him to elaborate. "When someone works primarily for their own satisfaction, they push themselves to achieve perfection," he continued, arranging his documents. "It's actually beneficial that I see your case as a competition—it ensures I'll fight with everything I have. Why should you care whether I want to win for your sake or my own, as long as you get the outcome you deserve?" Though his perspective seemed callous, Emmeline found she could understand his pragmatic logic.

I didn’t know how her expression was and I didn’t allow myself to imagine it either. I went back to looking through my black book, more determined with my reading. I am not allowed to lose in this competition. I am going to be the winner no matter what. That's all that matters…. During the three days, I was forcing myself to combine the magic that I learned in different ways. I had to be perfect in both my defense and offensive so that no one will be able to defeat. I wasn’t able to look at Mae during these three days but once I win everything will be better for me. It will be fine. I am fine.

"Mr. Thatcher, let's try one more race. Everyone knows you're the best at horse racing in Jayrodale." "That's right," Harvey and his group chimed in. "A couple of races doesn’t mean anything. Please lead us to victory again, Mr. Thatcher!" Encouraged by their support, Mark laughed heartily. "Very well, I'll join you for one more match. Victory comes to those who persevere!" "Such inspiring words!" "With this spirit, victory is certain!" "Nothing could stop Mr. Thatcher this time!" The crowd cheered and applauded enthusiastically. It was as though they were trying to erase the memory of their two consecutive losses through sheer volume alone.

Right. "What's all this?. All this obsession with winning and fighting?. About 15 people have come and said the same thing to me! What's the point? We've lost already. She can't be contained, I know my sister, she's strong on her own. In her current state, I don't think she's going to let anyone even come close to her. ....We've lost.