Quotes About Determination

I would rather wear out than rust out.

But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? . . . We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win.

We should feel proud that we are

The shortest route to courage is absolute ignorance.

I've lost more times than I've won, and every damn time I got back up! That's all that matters!

Since it requires significant amounts of courage for someone to cut out distractions and stop giving away their attention to other people, the majority of individuals instead choose the path of cowardice.

Smith's confidence prevented him from appreciating the possibility of failure. The only thing that lay ahead was planning and building—turning his utopian vision into reality.

Then as everything, like I say, things started to come together, when things started to go our way, that's when you results started to come. I was no different driver. I was certainly learning every time I went in the car.

Just do it.

She was wearing her T-shirt with the bull's-eye printed over her heart, the one that says, GO AHEAD AND TRY IT, BUFFY.

I had one objective: fix this. There was one other thought in a corner of my brain: What the

The magnificent strength of Ella Cahill took his breath away.

Let's get something straight right now. I don't want or need you involved in this investigation. Am I clear?

Stick with me, Miss Lofton. I'm locked, loaded and ready.

The issue isn't, Am I good enough? No. The issue is, Do I not have any other choice? Will and desire don't matter. Ability doesn't matter. Need is the only thing that matters.

To be a writer is to embrace rejection as a way of life.

That's some f***ing doorman you've got there, Ms. Shugak.

Dana Stabenow

You don't play, you can't win.

Someone came into the room. She heard footsteps, sensed someone looming over her, peeling back the sheet to take her pulse and check the bandage. "She may not make it, sir." "She damn well will make it if I have to cross into the hereafter and drag her back!

Gray's dark stare bored into the eyes of the pirate who held Maeve. If you so much as breathe on her, I'll kill you, he silently vowed,

Ah, such pluck, such fire! Indeed, madam, I will touch you . . . but were you to go down without a fight, I should be sadly disappointed. . . So, indulge yourself, Maeve, and"—his fingers caught her collar and pulled it downward, exposing her neck and shoulders to his mouth—"fight.

But Gwyneth was determined that this dark angel, this remote but magnificent man she loved, would not die.

Speaking of excitement, how's that fine bit of muslin who saved your life, eh, Gareth?" "Yes, have you made a suitable impression upon her yet?" Gareth grinned. "I am working on it." "Ha! I can imagine what your despot of a brother thinks about that!" "Who gives a damn what he thinks? Lucien may be Blackheath's master, but he sure as hell isn't mine. Now come, let's go. The evening waits, and I simply cannot abide being in this place another minute." ~~~~