Quotes About Determination

AS FAR AS I KNOW, I HAVE NEVER SAUNTERED. TO BE completely honest, I doubt very much that I have even strolled, but sauntering is far beyond me. When I go somewhere, it is with a clear purpose in mind, and although I hesitate to sound boastful, more often than not I tend to stride.

But before I could decide which choice to jump at, life intervened, as it usually does, and made the decision for me.

Debs slapped the magazine away, making a thwack noise that sounded unnaturally loud in the hushed and clinical elegance of the waiting area. "I'm giving him five more minutes," she snarled.

Really, it seemed a bit much—I mean, persistence can be a good thing, and in her professional life it has always been a positive virtue. But in this case, it seemed very close to presumptuous and perhaps even annoying. After

Deborah dropped the magazine out of the pistol, worked the action, and looked in the chamber. "This isn't the siege of Khe fucking Sanh," she said, and she slammed the magazine back into the pistol. "I'll take this one." Chutsky

see the strength of the blue lines in front of them. But it was

No cause that was ever worthy was without its turmoil, its trials, its hopelessness. We are not defeated yet.

have to know, he thought. I have to get out there and talk to people and see for myself. But there's nothing I can do now, and, dammit, I need some sleep.

We had a tough fight here, but dammit, we're getting the job done. The First and the Twenty-ninth took heavy casualties all day yesterday, and they're still taking them now.

it out of his throat, wiped at the grime

instructions like he's never been on a field of

All right. They're on our left. They're on our right. They're in front of us, they're behind us. They can't get away this time." —COLONEL LEWIS "CHESTY" PULLER

Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Expected.

General Lee, if it will please God, we will kill them all.

Dammit, you've got a job to do! He tried to pull energy—confidence—from the faces of the others, even from men who had never done this before.

He slapped one hand against the breech of the Thompson, slapped again, pulsing frustration, and said aloud, "Dammit!

Whatever else you could say about Jason Westerfield, grass didn't grow under the man's feet. A

Nobody ever chooses to be a victim.' The more I looked at this report, the more I wondered: What if somebody did choose to be a victim?

Sign cutting taught me that terrain determines the route the prey follows 90 percent of the time: you generally have only to follow the path of least resistance to be pretty sure of remaining on the trail of your target. Henry Loving was different. His route took him in directions that didn't seem to make sense, less direct and more difficult. But

Sometimes you just find yourself standing in need to do something. No matter it seems hopeless.

Already sweating though it was just nine in the morning, Amelia Sachs pushed through a stand of tall grass. She was walking the strip search—what the Crime Scene people called it—an S-shaped pattern. Nothing. She bent her head to the speaker/mike pinned to her navy-blue uniform blouse.

Only the weak compromise.

You bet they did. Dellray was there. You should've seen him. He ordered every other case put on hold and said if metallurgy report wasn't in your hands ASAP there'd be one mean mother——you get the picture——reaming their——you get the rest of the picture.

Jeffery Deaver