24 Quotes Tagged: excuses

I attribute my success to this: — I never gave or took an excuse.

The excuses we make to ourselves when we want to do something are excellent material for soliloquies, for they are rarely made except when we are alone, and are very often made aloud.

Do not make excuses, whether it's your fault or not.

As one who wills, and then unwills his will,
Changing his mind with every changing whim,
Till all his best intentions come to nil,

So I stood havering in that moorland dim,
While through fond rifts of fancy oozed away
The first quick zest that filled me to the brim.

Don't you dare take the lazy way. It's too easy to excuse yourself because of your ancestry. Don't let me catch you doing it! Now — look close at me so you will remember. Whatever you do, it will be you who do.

Excuses are useless. Results are priceless.

It is easier to move from failure to success in from excuses to success.

To rush into explanations is always a sign of weakness.

Sometimes a woman is afraid to be without security or without certainty, for even a short time. She has more excuses than dogs have hairs. She must just simply dive in and stand not knowing what will happen next.

Never make excuses. Your friends don't need them and your foes won't believe them.

It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

But excuses didn't mean anything in the end. What actually happened in the end was what mattered.

Success requires no explanations. Failure permits no alibis.

For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think, “Circumstances have been against me, I was worthy to be something much better than I have been. I admit I have never had a great love or a great friendship; but that is because I never met a man or a woman who were worthy of it; if I have not written any very good books, it is because I had not the leisure to do so; or, if I have had no children to whom I could devote myself it is because I did not find the man I could have lived with. So there remains within me a wide range of abilities, inclinations and potentialities, unused but perfectly viable, which endow me with a worthiness that could never be inferred from the mere history of my actions.” But in reality and for the existentialist, there is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving; there is no genius other than that which is expressed in works of art.