Quotes About Determination

She had to be the king's fist, a killer. She had asked for this task. It must be done.

Danner strode out of her offices, the adrenaline of rage surging light and hot through her veins. Rage that soon became a kind of exhilaration. She was going to do her job. At last.

It was stitch-by-stitch work, following a plaid pattern. Child's play. It made her restless and impatient.

She met his gaze, agate to jet. She would not flinch, not even if the water turned into a river of fire. She stepped forward, bent her head, and set her will.

What other pearls of wisdom has she dropped in your ready ear?

The world can be big, and stink, and it hurts if you fall off, but hey, it's worth trying, mostly, and what doesn't kill you…Well, it doesn't kill you.

Her back was very straight as she walked away, despite the fact that, on top of jet lag, she must have been up all night taking charge of my life.

How would she be the light of the world feeling like this?

Without anyone to please, she no longer bent and swayed. No longer willow but oak.

The words hung there, a declaration, a taunt. You can't stop me!

Send me strength, she called-to whom?-and kicked Bony to a gallop, and hurled her javelin hard and true.

Two risks, not one. But it was done.

She could not move fast against the weight of water, not against a mounted man, so she did the only thing she could and hurled the boar spear across the horse's path, straight into the bank.

Peretur laughed. Risk. Her whole life was risk. And now, today, with Nimuë at her side-and keeping food down-Peretur feelt she could slay a dragon.

You are a seer overwhelmed by vision, not a silly maid who can't hold her drink. You will not hide. You will not hang your head. You will smile. You will eat. You will make a show of drinking your wine. One more sip of this. Good. Now gather your wits.

Oh, you won't kill yourself, you're too self-centered and you're too stubborn to go mad. So that means you'll have to cope.

There was no world in which she would be queen to another's king. Eanflæd would be peaceweaver. She was the light of the world.

Her mind was empty of everything but the feel of iron gritting through muscle and cartilege.

Swimming against the current is not idiotic if the waters are racing toward a waterfall.

Man's freedom does not free him from necessity. But twists it into unforeseeable consequences.

To be an aristocrat is to not believe that everything depends on the will.

Sólo de causas perdidas se puede ser partidario irrestricto.

The incorrigible political error of the man of good will is to presuppose naively that at every moment it is possible to do what must be done. Here, where what is necessary is often impossible.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE