Quote by Richard Milhous Nixon

A man is not finished when he's defeated; he's finished when he quits.

A man is not finished when he's defeated; he's finished when

Summary

This quote conveys the idea that one's true defeat comes not from external circumstances, but from the decision to give up. It suggests that a person can face setbacks, failures, or challenges, yet still continue to strive and grow. It emphasizes the importance of resilience, perseverance, and the refusal to give in to defeat. No matter how difficult a situation may be, this quote encourages individuals to keep going, as long as they don't lose their determination and willpower.

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