Quotes About Determination

I must not clutch my throat, I will not. And I will not give her Strifbjorn, even for that. Even for freedom. Not Strifbjorn. But perchance, anything else.

Another small victory. Pile enough of them together and they became like bricks in the wall.

Even when the world ends, you still have to get up and plow the next morning.

Elspeth thought he was watching her, and she made her expression intent and ungiving, resisting the urge to toy with her crucifix.

You bumped your psychopathy up, didn't you?" He smiled generously. "Of course I did. I'm flying. Can't be distracted by doubts.

tube itself was fighting her in ways that it wouldn't in space. Ruby was so used to not complaining, because she was short. Because she was a woman. Anything she said would be seen as a failure on her part. But the resistance was an NBLism and not a problem the actual spacewalker would face, and people's lives were on the line.

He did not think he'd ever seen her lie down to rest, or even claim a need for it.

My type of woman. Damn it to the Well.

Arms folded across her rib cage, chin drifted, Perceval could have been a statue labeled defiance.

He had, I thought, Morgan's hands: strong-fingered, capable.

Apparently Farweather was going to keep talking no matter what.

He could not be distracted by his darling girls when he must be about seducing villains.

She said she could do it. Either she can, or she can't, and riding her about it just wastes everyone's time.

Lifting her head, blinking sweat from her lashes, she studied the vines on her right side, looking for a place with fever thorns.

The news of Will's escape was enough to grant Kit new strength of intent. He'll come for me. He won't leave me here. He knew it, with the same calm certainty with which he'd known that he could not leave Will to take his own place in Hell.

She knew where he was going, but she wasn't going to give him an inch that he didn't earn.

Keith could smell the emotions swirling behind Fyodor's impassive voice, the richness of fear and sorrow like old thick blood, the determination and the bright sharp steel of need. He breathed it deep and nodded.

I'm not dragging my tail through that." Primly, with a flip of his long, crossed primary feathers. "You wanted to go this way. We're going this way. And you can carry me.

Behind him, a woman's voice rises, fluid and mellifluous on words he does not understand, until Will pushed himself upright with both hands flat on the dew and got his feet under him in a crouch.

Hey, I'd found an option that was even less appealing that starving to death. Let's hear it for human ingenuity!

He couldn't quite manage the defiant glance over his shoulder and the lift of his chin he would have liked, but his voice stayed steady and that was a victory in itself.

You are a Conn, through and through, Ariane, and rotten with it. But it's also possible that you are our only hope for survival.

We can endure this. We endure. We live. We cooperate if we must. And then we find our vengeance.

Let's stop adding v and just keep going, and try to think of a solution before we become an ironic footnote to salvage tug history, shall we?