Quotes About Determination

This isn't going to un-fuck itself.

Elwood dressed in the dark slacks from last year's Emancipation Day play. He'd grown a few inches, so he let them out and they showed the barest sliver of his white socks. A new emerald tie clip held his black tie in place and the knot only took six attempts. His shoes glinted with polish. He looked the part, even if he still worried for his glasses if the police brought out nightsticks. If the whites carried iron pipes and baseball bats.

Si ellos podían, ¿por qué no ella? Toda su vida se le había negado todo.

venturing now or after nightfall. Cora thought better

It was easy to root for the winners. No, he liked the punch-drunk ones, half walking at mile twenty-three, tongues flapping like Labradors. Tumbling across the finish line by hook or by crook, feet pounded to bloody meat in their Nikes. The laggards and limpers who weren't running the course but running deep into their character—down into the cave to return to the light with what they found.

Cora didn't know what optimistic meant. She asked the other girls that night if they were familiar with the word. None of them had heard it before. She decided that it meant trying.

Colson Whitehead

Fear drove these people, even more than cotton money.

If you weren't a little dirty at the end of the day, you weren't much of a man.

Her new life required a different sort of strength. She was meticulous in her posture, a walking spear, in the manner of those who'd been made to bend and will bend no more.

Carpenter snarled when he said the word, a mangy dog hoarding his bone:

In the dank utility room deep in the subbasements of my personality, a little man wiped his hands on his overalls and pulled the switch: More.

Watch and think and plan. Let the world be a mob—Elwood will walk through it. They might curse and spit and strike him, but he'd make it through to the other side. Bloodied and tired, but he'd make it through.

She took her hatchet. She took flint and tinder. And like her mother she dug up her yams.

How to get through the day if every indignity capsized you in a ditch? One learned to focus one's attention.

Entrepreneur?" Pepper said the last part like manure. "That's just a hustler who pays taxes.

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The boy made a fist. He knew what he'd do if the man put his hand on his leg or tried to touch his thing. He'd vowed to sock Freddie Rich in the face many times and then stood paralyzed when the time came, but this day he felt he could actually do it. Drawing strength from the free world.

The world had whispered its rules to him for his whole life and he refused to listen, hearing instead a higher order. The world continued to instruct: Do not love for they will disappear, do not trust for you will be betrayed, do not stand up for you will be swatted down. Still he heard those higher imperatives: Love and that love will be returned, trust in the righteous path and it will lead you to deliverance, fight and things will change.

Harriet Johnson was a slight hummingbird of a woman who conducted herself in everything with furious purpose.

or at least recognizing that he carried himself differently than other colored boys his age and taking this for industry.

Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.

That burden of carrying an apartment on your back; you stagger sometimes but you take the weight, what else can you do?

it was time to get out of what Coach called small-stack mentality. I no longer had to play like I was trying to escape the space station before it self-destructed, as the chirpy computer voice counted down.