Quotes About Determination

Confidence is about knowing you can make it right.

Confidence isn't about knowing you're right. Confidence is about knowing you can make it right. You have doubts because it makes sense for you to have doubts. Just like it made sense for me to have doubts. But remember the plan is not the goal.

Confidence isn't about knowing you're right. Confidence is about knowing you can make it right. You have doubts because it makes sense for you to have doubts. Just like it made sense for me to have doubts. But remember the plan is not the goal. What is your goal?

I mean, I don't know that I was actually planning to possibly die tonight in order to protect a kaiju, Kahurangi said. But I might be willing to possibly die to save a kaiju and ten thousand Canadians. Now we know what motivates you, I said. Ten thousand Canadians.

The goal was the goal, and we were going to get to it however we could. And if it meant changing our plans, sometimes in the middle of executing them, then we would.

Duvall sighed. "Anatoly," she said. "It's me." "Maia?" Kerensky said. "They got you too. Don't worry. I won't let these bastards do anything to you. Do you hear me, you sons of bitches?" Hester looked over to Dahl disbelievingly. Dahl shrugged. "Anatoly," Maia said, more forcefully. "They didn't get me too." "What?" Kerensky said. Then, after a minute, "Oh.

That left one missile. That one went to my best guess as to where Control was. Because fuck that guy.

If we're going to be fucked, Colonel, I prefer to get fucked on my feet instead of on my knees." "You have a way with mental imagery, General

the plan was not the goal. The goal was the goal, and we were going to get to it however we could. And if it meant changing our plans, sometimes in the middle of executing them, then we would.

It was an odd being which rose from Felix and through him. It was, in fact, a remarkable creature. It was a wartime creature and a surviving creature. A killing creature. The Engine, Felix thought. It's not me. It's my Engine. It will work when I cannot. It will examine and determine and choose and, at last, act. It will do all this while I cower inside.

You are What you do When it counts.

He never fell, never slipped back, never flew.

Don't you dare take the lazy way. It's too easy to excuse yourself because of your ancestry. Don't let me catch you doing it! Now -- look close at me so you will remember. Whatever you do, it will be you who do.

When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.

Failure is a state of mind. It's like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it.

Lennie begged, Le's do it now. Le's get that place now. Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.

For there are two possible reactions to social ostracism - either a man emerges determined to be better, purer, and kindlier or he goes bad, challenges the world and does even worse things. The last is by far the commonest reaction to stigma.

I am a little man and this is a little town, but there must be a spark in little men that can burst into flame.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir--but I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brave man will have made them a little braver.

To determine to go and to say it was to be halfway there

With us it ain't like that. We got a future. We got somebody to talk to that gives a damn about us. We don't have to sit in no bar room blowin' in our jack jus' because we got no place else to go. If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody gives a damn. But not us.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir, but I do have a choice of how I do it.

Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.

No matter how good a man is, there's always some horse can pitch him.