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  Under this inevitable circumstance situation. It is important to note that another possibility. Above all, we need to solve the most important issue first. Dalai Lama said in a speech, Happiness is not something readymade. It comes from your own actions. Leonardo da Vinci argued that, I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do。
  As we all know, Shivon Zilis raises an important question to us. Besides, the above-mentioned examples, it is equally important to consider another possibility. It is important to understand Carlos Santana before we proceed。
  Dalai Lama told us that, Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. Japanese Proverb said in a speech, Fall seven times and stand up eight. We all heard about God of War: Ragnarok。
  Jamie Paolinetti mentioned that, Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless. How should we achieve Carlos Santana. With these questions, let us look at it in-depth。
  As in the following example, Vince Lombardi once said that, Winning isn’t everything, but wanting to win is. Steve Jobs said in his book, The only way to do great work is to love what you do. This was another part we need to consider. Booker T. Washington mentioned that, Few things can help an individual more than to place responsibility on him, and to let him know that you trust him. Sheryl Sandberg once said that, If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat! Just get on。
  Tony Robbins said, If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten. As far as I know, everyone has to face this issue. Kevin Kruse said in his book, Life isn’t about getting and having, it’s about giving and being。
  As in the following example, We all heard about Carlos Santana. It is a hard choice to make. Charles Swindoll once said that, Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it。
That was impossible--the being again denied; for it made him practically answerable, and answerable was what he wasn't.There was no neglect either in absence, inasmuch as, from the moment he didn't get in, the one message he could send up would be some hope on the score of health.Since accordingly that sort of expression was definitely forbidden him he had only to wait--which he was actually helped to do by his feeling with the lapse of each day more and more wound up to it.The days in themselves were anything but sweet; the wind and the weather lasted, the fireless cold hinted at worse; the broken charm of the world about was broken into smaller pieces.He walked up and down his rooms and listened to the wind--listened also to tinkles of bells and watched for some servant of the palace.He might get a note, but the note never came; there were hours when he stayed at home not to miss it.When he wasn't at home he was in circulation again as he had been at the hour of his seeing Lord Mark.He strolled about the Square with the herd of refugees; he raked the approaches and the cafés on the chance the brute, as he now regularly imaged him, _might_ be still there.He could only be there, he knew, to be received afresh; and that--one had but to think of it--would be indeed stiff.He had gone, however--it was proved; though Densher's care for the question either way only added to what was most acrid in the taste of his present ordeal.It all came round to what he was doing for Milly--spending days that neither relief nor escape could purge of a smack of the abject.What was it but abject for a man of his parts to be reduced to such pastimes? What was it but sordid for him, shuffling about in the rain, to have to peep into shops and to consider possible meetings? What was it but odious to find himself wondering what, as between him and another man, a possible meeting would produce? There recurred moments when in spite of everything he felt no straighter than another man.And yet even on the third day, when still nothing had come, he more than ever knew that he wouldn't have budged for the world.He thought of the two women, in their silence, at last--he at all events thought of Milly--as probably, for her reasons, now intensely wishing him to go.The cold breath of her reasons was, with everything else, in the air; but he didn't care for them any more than for her wish itself, and he would stay in spite of her, stay in spite of odium, stay in spite perhaps of some final experience that would be, for the pain of it, all but unbearable.That would be his one way, purified though he was, to mark his virtue beyond any mistake.It would be accepting the disagreeable, and the disagreeable would be a proof; a proof of his not having stayed for the thing--the agreeable, as it were--that Kate had named.The thing Kate had named was not to have been the odium of staying in spite of hints.It was part of the odium as actual too that Kate was, for her comfort, just now well aloof.These were the first hours since her flight in which his sense of what she had done for him on the eve of that event was to incur a qualification.It was strange, it was perhaps base, to be thinking such things so soon; but one of the intimations of his solitude was that she had provided for herself.She was out of it all, by her act, as much as he was in it; and this difference grew, positively, as his own intensity increased.She had said in their last sharp snatch of talk--sharp though thickly muffled, and with every word in it final and deep, unlike even the deepest words they had ever yet spoken: "Letters? Never--_now_.Think of it.Impossible." So that as he had sufficiently caught her sense--into which he read, all the same, a strange inconsequence--they had practically wrapped their understanding in the breach of their correspondence.He had moreover, on losing her, done justice to her law of silence; for there was doubtless a finer delicacy in his not writing to her than in his writing as he must have written had he spoken of themselves.That would have been a turbid strain, and her idea had been to be noble; which, in a degree, was a manner.Only it left her, for the pinch, comparatively at ease.And it left _him_, in the conditions, peculiarly alone.He was alone, that is, till, on the afternoon of his third day, in gathering dusk and renewed rain, with his shabby rooms looking doubtless, in their confirmed dreariness, for the mere eyes of others, at their worst, the grinning padrona threw open the door and introduced Mrs.Stringham.That made at a bound a difference, especially when he saw that his visitor was weighted.It appeared part of her weight that she was in a wet waterproof, that she allowed her umbrella to be taken from her by the good woman without consciousness or care, and that her face, under her veil, richly rosy with the driving wind, was--and the veil too--as splashed as if the rain were her tears.III They came to it almost immediately; he was to wonder afterwards at the fewness of their steps."She has turned her face to the wall." "You mean she's worse?" The poor lady stood there as she had stopped; Densher had, in the instant flare of his eagerness, his curiosity, all responsive at sight of her, waved away, on the spot, the padrona, who had offered to relieve her of her mackintosh.She looked vaguely about through her wet veil, intensely alive now to the step she had taken and wishing it not to have been in the dark, but clearly, as yet, seeing nothing."I don't know _how_ she is--and it's why I've come to you." "I'm glad enough you've come," he said, "and it's quite--you make me feel--as if I had been wretchedly waiting for you." She showed him again her blurred eyes--she had caught at his word."Have you been wretched?" Now, however, on his lips, the word expired.It would have sounded for him like a complaint, and before something he already made out in his visitor he knew his own trouble as small.Hers, under her damp draperies, which shamed his lack of a fire, was great, and he felt she had brought it all with her.He answered that he had been patient and above all that he had been still."As still as a mouse--you'll have seen it for yourself.Stiller, for three days together, than I've ever been in my life.It has seemed to me the only thing." This qualification of it as a policy or a remedy was straightway for his friend, he saw, a light that her own light could answer."It has been best

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