You always pass failure on the way to success.

Mickey Rooney
US actor (1920 - )

Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt
26th president of US (1858 - 1919)

When you're close to tears remember
someday it'll all be over.
One day we're gonna get so high.
Though it's darker than December
what's ahead is a different color.
One day we're gonna get so high.

And at the end of the day remember the days
when we were close to the end
and wonder how we made it through the night.
At the end of the day
we remember the way
we stayed so close to the end
we'll remember it was me and you.

Cause we are gonna be forever you and me
you will always keep it flying high in the sky
of love.

Don't you think it's time you started
doing what we always wanted.
One day we're gonna get so high.
Cause even the impossible
is easy when we got each other.
One day we're gonna get so high.

And at the end of the day remember the days
when we were close to the end
and wonder how we made it through the night.
At the end of the day
remember the way
we stayed so close to the end
we'll remember it was me and you.

Cause we are gonna be forever you and me
You will always keep it flying high in the sky
of love.
Cause we are gonna be forever you and me
You will always keep it flying high in the sky
of love.

And at the end of the days remember the days
when we were close to the end
and wonder how we made it through the night.
At the end of the day remember the way
we stayed so close to the end
we'll remember it was me and you.

Cause we are gonna be forever you and me
You will always keep it flying high in the sky
of love.
Cause we are gonna be forever you and me
You will always keep it flying high in the sky
of love.

This poem was written by Sara Teasdale in 1920 and is the poem that Ray Bradbury based his 1950 short story on. I really love both versions.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.