Quotes About Determination

the trait a leader most needs is a lack of fear. Many people of extraordinary capabilities are held back by fear, fear of challenging others, fear of rejection, fear of being laughed at or of appearing to be naive or foolish.

Judy was cruel. She had that smart cruelty to her of someone who'd gotten what she wanted. And she'd gotten it the fairest way, through suffering.

the gusto of a broncobuster breaking in the wildest filly in the corral before heading on into the sunset. (In truth, we are in a hillside suite at the Chateau Marmont. But considering Yuri's attitude toward women, the cowboyspeak sums things up quite nicely.)

Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge. Don't push me, and I won't push you. Dong le ma?

I'm not big on regret. It's not on my schedule.

Back in my day, which was about a week and a half ago, we took our lumps and we got back up and we cried like babies and quit and then put on weight.

I'm not a leader now. I'm a whole damn army.

I am not made of steel. Rage. I...am made... of RAGE!!!!

River Tam (Summer Glau): No power in the 'verse can stop me.

I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes... As it flows... ...Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do. I slay.

Mal: We're still flying. Simon: That's not much. Mal: It's enough - from Firefly

We will keep going despite dark Or a madman in a white house dream.

I'm drawn to failure. I feel that I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.

When writing goes painfully, when it's hideously difficult, and one feels real despair (ah, the despair, silly as it is, is real!)–then naturally one ought to continue with the work; it would be cowardly to retreat. But when writing goes smoothly–why then one certainly should keep on working, since it would be stupid to stop. Consequently one is always writing or should be writing.

I'm Legs Sadovsky I'm FOXFIRE I don't fuck around with guys.

What madness! Yet she would do it, if she could force herself. She'd become, she believed, a stronger person: a willful, resolute. Like the man who adored her, reckless.

A hero can be fool, he's still a hero.

Messes are made by people who want but don't know what they want, let alone how to get it.

Legs was always proud even before FOXFIRE, that's the primary fact about Legs Sadovsky: pride.

To be knocked out doesn't mean what it seems. A boxer does not have to get up.

This determination to manage—to cope—to do as much unassisted as possible—is the Widow's prerogative. You might argue that it's a sign of her wish to appear to be—which is not the same as being—self-sufficient; or you might argue that it is a symptom of her derangement. But then, in the early minutes/hours/days of Widowhood—what is not, if examined closely, a symptom of derangement?

He thinks: He could give up. He could admit defeat. But he will not admit defeat. He is still alive.

I have no talent, no gift. I have the panting ardor of a workhorse. Yet in time even a workhorse wears out.

Anything that happens to me as a writer has been precipitated by an action of my own.