What if marrying Shelley meant that she would end up just like him, unable to realize a thing's happening or a moment's passing? What if it were like a contagious disease, so that soon she would be wandering around in a daze and incapable of putting her finger on any given thing and saying, that is that?

Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.

Confidence is contagious. So is lack of confidence.

Quand la défaite surgit, acceptez-la comme le signal que vos plans ne sont pas cohérents, reconstruisez ces plans, et reprenez la voile une fois de plus vers vos aspirations. Si vous abandonnez avant d’avoir atteint votre but, vous êtes un “lâcheur”.

Written By Napoleon Hill

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