Quotes About Determination

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

I'm never going to get married. You're crazy. Buddy brightened. You'll change your mind. No. My mind's made up.

I am made, crudely, for success.

I am the magician's girl who does not flinch.

But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

All my life I'd told myself studying and reading and writing and working like mad was what I wanted to do, and it actually seemed to be true, I did everything well enough and got all A's, and by the time I made it to college nobody could stop me.

I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I'm so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily. If I get through this year, kicking my demon down when it comes up, I'll be able, piece by piece, to face the field of life, instead of running from it the minute it hurts.

After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop.

So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You said: she's to good to forget. How about making her a friend and competitor — you could learn alot from her. So you'll try. So maybe she'll laugh in your face. So maybe she'll beat you hollow in the end. So anyhow, you'll try, and maybe, possibly, she can stand you. Here's hoping!

I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.

Read widely of others experiences in thought and action- stretch to others even though it hurts to and strains and would be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance! Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way, the Spartan way- and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity!

the cat unsheathes its claws the world turns --from Resovle, written 1956

Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again.

Through the mind like an oyster labors on and on, / A grain of sand is all we have

Hard gods were there, nothing else.

Don't let the wicked city get you down

I shall doggedly work, wait and expect the minimum.

because he thought all sickness was sickness of the will. Mr. Willard had never been sick a day in his life.

It mightn't make me any happier, but it would be one more little pebble of efficiency among all the other pebbles.

I thought I would swim out until I was too tired to swim back. As I paddled on, my heartbeat boomed like a dull motor in my ears. I am I am I am.

It mightn't make me any happier, but it would be one more little pebble of efficiency among all the other pebbles.

You wonder if you've got what it takes to keep building up obstacle courses for your self, and to keep leaping through them, sprained ankle or not.

Don't let the wicked city get you down