9798295626876 - the ones who build anyway di coley, t. b. (6 risultati)
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Da: PBShop.store US, Wood Dale, IL, U.S.A.PBShop.store US
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EUR 20,69
Spedizione gratuitaSpedito in U.S.A.Quantità: Più di 20 disponibili
PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.
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Da: PBShop.store UK, Fairford, GLOS, Regno UnitoPBShop.store UK
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 20,35
EUR 3,85 spedizioneSpedito da Regno Unito a U.S.A.Quantità: Più di 20 disponibili
PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.
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Da: Grand Eagle Retail, Bensenville, IL, U.S.A.Grand Eagle Retail
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EUR 20,41
Spedizione gratuitaSpedito in U.S.A.Quantità: 1 disponibili
Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. They are the quiet revolutionaries. The ones who rise before the sun and collapse long after midnight, because their dreams refuse to sleep. They build with empty wallets and overflowing conviction. With borrowed tools and unborrowed faith. With trembling hands and a steady spirit. They are… not the chosen ones. They are the choosing ones - the ones who choose to believe in something they've never seen. The world tells them: "No." "Not now." "Not you." But they build anyway. They aren't fueled by applause. They aren't driven by validation. They don't need cheerleaders, because their purpose claps for them in silence. They come from places where success isn't inherited - it's carved out of concrete with broken fingernails and bruised knuckles. They feel fear. They feel doubt. They feel alone. But they build anyway. They are the children of resilience. The daughters of survival. The sons of sacrifice. They are the kind of people who have cried in bathrooms, wiped their tears, looked in the mirror, and whispered: "Get up. We aren't done." They are underestimated and overlooked, but never outworked. They invest in their dreams while others are still explaining why theirs won't work. They understand that faith is not a feeling - it's a choice. That success is not magic - it's mechanics. That destiny is not found - it is constructed, piece by piece, mistake by mistake, breakthrough by breakthrough. They are the first in their bloodline to say: "This struggle ends with me, and abundance begins here." They don't wait for perfect timing. They don't wait for approval. They don't wait for a sign. They build anyway. Because something in their soul refuses to sit quietly in a life smaller than their calling. Because greatness does not ask who you are - it asks who you're willing to become. And even when the world doubts them, even when the journey breaks them, even when the storm delays them. They rise. They fight. They build anyway. And one day, when the doors open, when the dream breathes, when the harvest finally arrives- the world will look at them and call it luck. But God, and their heart, will call it: "I told you so." This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.
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Da: AussieBookSeller, Truganina, VIC, AustraliaAussieBookSeller
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 31,11
EUR 31,67 spedizioneSpedito da Australia a U.S.A.Quantità: 1 disponibili
Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. They are the quiet revolutionaries. The ones who rise before the sun and collapse long after midnight, because their dreams refuse to sleep. They build with empty wallets and overflowing conviction. With borrowed tools and unborrowed faith. With trembling hands and a steady spirit. They are… not the chosen ones. They are the choosing ones - the ones who choose to believe in something they've never seen. The world tells them: "No." "Not now." "Not you." But they build anyway. They aren't fueled by applause. They aren't driven by validation. They don't need cheerleaders, because their purpose claps for them in silence. They come from places where success isn't inherited - it's carved out of concrete with broken fingernails and bruised knuckles. They feel fear. They feel doubt. They feel alone. But they build anyway. They are the children of resilience. The daughters of survival. The sons of sacrifice. They are the kind of people who have cried in bathrooms, wiped their tears, looked in the mirror, and whispered: "Get up. We aren't done." They are underestimated and overlooked, but never outworked. They invest in their dreams while others are still explaining why theirs won't work. They understand that faith is not a feeling - it's a choice. That success is not magic - it's mechanics. That destiny is not found - it is constructed, piece by piece, mistake by mistake, breakthrough by breakthrough. They are the first in their bloodline to say: "This struggle ends with me, and abundance begins here." They don't wait for perfect timing. They don't wait for approval. They don't wait for a sign. They build anyway. Because something in their soul refuses to sit quietly in a life smaller than their calling. Because greatness does not ask who you are - it asks who you're willing to become. And even when the world doubts them, even when the journey breaks them, even when the storm delays them. They rise. They fight. They build anyway. And one day, when the doors open, when the dream breathes, when the harvest finally arrives- the world will look at them and call it luck. But God, and their heart, will call it: "I told you so." This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.
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Da: CitiRetail, Stevenage, Regno UnitoCitiRetail
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 24,06
EUR 43,24 spedizioneSpedito da Regno Unito a U.S.A.Quantità: 1 disponibili
Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. They are the quiet revolutionaries. The ones who rise before the sun and collapse long after midnight, because their dreams refuse to sleep. They build with empty wallets and overflowing conviction. With borrowed tools and unborrowed faith. With trembling hands and a steady spirit. They are… not the chosen ones. They are the choosing ones - the ones who choose to believe in something they've never seen. The world tells them: "No." "Not now." "Not you." But they build anyway. They aren't fueled by applause. They aren't driven by validation. They don't need cheerleaders, because their purpose claps for them in silence. They come from places where success isn't inherited - it's carved out of concrete with broken fingernails and bruised knuckles. They feel fear. They feel doubt. They feel alone. But they build anyway. They are the children of resilience. The daughters of survival. The sons of sacrifice. They are the kind of people who have cried in bathrooms, wiped their tears, looked in the mirror, and whispered: "Get up. We aren't done." They are underestimated and overlooked, but never outworked. They invest in their dreams while others are still explaining why theirs won't work. They understand that faith is not a feeling - it's a choice. That success is not magic - it's mechanics. That destiny is not found - it is constructed, piece by piece, mistake by mistake, breakthrough by breakthrough. They are the first in their bloodline to say: "This struggle ends with me, and abundance begins here." They don't wait for perfect timing. They don't wait for approval. They don't wait for a sign. They build anyway. Because something in their soul refuses to sit quietly in a life smaller than their calling. Because greatness does not ask who you are - it asks who you're willing to become. And even when the world doubts them, even when the journey breaks them, even when the storm delays them. They rise. They fight. They build anyway. And one day, when the doors open, when the dream breathes, when the harvest finally arrives- the world will look at them and call it luck. But God, and their heart, will call it: "I told you so." This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.
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Da: AHA-BUCH GmbH, Einbeck, GermaniaAHA-BUCH GmbH
Contatta il venditoreVenditore con 5 stelleCondizione: Nuovo
EUR 21,78
EUR 60,73 spedizioneSpedito da Germania a U.S.A.Quantità: 2 disponibili
Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - They are the quiet revolutionaries.The ones who rise before the sun and collapse long after midnightbecause their dreams refuse to sleep.They build with empty wallets and overflowing conviction.With borrowed tools and unborrowed faith.W…ith trembling hands and a steady spirit.They are not the chosen ones.They are the choosing ones - the ones who choose to believe in something they've never seen.The world tells them:'No.''Not now.''Not you.'But they build anyway.They aren't fueled by applause.They aren't driven by validation.They don't need cheerleadersbecause their purpose claps for them in silence.They come from places where success isn't inheritedit's carved out of concrete with broken fingernails and bruised knuckles.They feel fear.They feel doubt.They feel alone.But they build anyway.They are the children of resilience.The daughters of survival.The sons of sacrifice.They are the kind of people who have cried in bathrooms, wiped their tears, looked in the mirror, and whispered: 'Getup. We aren't done.'They are underestimated and overlookedbut never outworked.They invest in their dreams while others are still explaining why theirs won't work.They understand that faith is not a feeling - it's a choice.That success is not magic - it's mechanics.That destiny is not found - it is constructed, piece by piece, mistake by mistake, breakthrough by breakthrough.They are the first in their bloodline to say: 'This struggle ends with me, and abundance begins here.'They don't wait for perfect timing.They don't wait for approval.They don't wait for a sign.They build anyway.Because something in their soul refuses to sit quietly in a life smaller than their calling.Because greatness does not ask who you are - it asks who you're willing to become.And even when the world doubts them, even when the journey breaks them, even when the storm delays them.They rise.They fight.They build anyway.And one day, when the doors open, when the dream breathes, when the harvest finally arrives- the world will look atthem and call it luck.But God, and their heart, will call it: 'I told you so.'.
