Quotes About Determination

I can't be the only ancient woman still tottering around New York City, absolutely refusing to abandon either her life or her real estate.

Man kan måle sit værd på sin loyalitet over for sine valg, ikke på sine succeser eller fiaskoer.

Everything sucks, some of the time." You just have to decide what sort of suckage you're willing to deal with. So the question is not so much "What are you passionate about?" The question is "What are you passionate enough about that you can endure the most disagreeable aspects of the work?

Well child, you may do whatever you like with your suffering. It belongs to you. But i shall tell you what i do with mine. I gasp it by the small hairs, i cast it to the ground and i grind it under the heel of my boot. I suggest you learn to do the same

insisted, "until the point is inarguable.

What we're doing here tonight doesn't matter a bit in the cruel scheme of the world, but we're doing it anyhow.

You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be." This

You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.

When you cannot sleep, you cannot get yourself out of the ditch – there's not a chance.

stubbornness helps when it comes to the business of creative

We can do it, whether it can be done or not.

I simply vowed to the universe that I would write forever, regardless of the result.

Because the truth of the matter is, most people don't finish things! Look around you, the evidence is everywhere: People don't finish. They begin ambitious projects with the best of intentions, but then they get stuck in a mire of insecurity and doubt and hairsplitting . . . and they stop. So if you can just complete something—merely complete it!—you're already miles ahead of the pack, right there.

I noticed that my fear never changed, never delighted, never offered a surprise twist or an unexpected ending. My fear was a song with only one note—only one word, actually—and that word was "STOP!" My fear never had anything more interesting or subtle to offer than that one emphatic word, repeated at full volume on an endless loop: "STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!" Which

I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue

By all means, do not let me or anyone else ever take away your suffering, if you're committed to it!

when you find the one thing in your life you believe in above anything else, you owe it to yourself to stand by it—it will never come again, child. And if you believe in it unwaveringly, the world has no other choice but to see it as you do, eventually. For who knows it better than you? Don't be afraid to take a difficult stand, darling. Find the one thing that matters—everything else will resolve itself.

Sometimes, however, there is more than hope. Sometimes there is reason.

For the first time in a very long time, he yearned to see tomorrow. Tomorrow and the day after that and the year after that. There was a possibility that with Megs he might have a life to look forward to. And because of that, tonight he was going to hunt down a man and assassinate him in cold blood. This act would damn his very soul but for Megs it was worth it. For Meggie he would walk the fires of hell.

I love you, Godric St. John, and now I'm breaking my word. I will not leave you. You may either come with me to Laurelwood or I'll stay here with you in your musty old house in London and drive you mad with all my talking and relatives and... and exotic sexual positions until you break down and love me back, for I'm warning you that I'm not giving up until you love me and we're a happy family with dozens of children.

I'll use any means necessary -- any f*cking violence I want --in order to keep you safe. Do you understand me, Eve? This isn't bloody negotiable. I will f*cking kill if it means it'll keep you safe.

Darling," she said and caught his face between her hands, making him meet her eyes. He didn't want to. He didn't like the look in her eyes—a grim determination. "I love you," she whispered and his soul soared until she uttered her next words. "But I must leave you." "No." He clutched at her hips as if he were a child of three refusing to give up his toy sword. "No." "Yes," she replied.

She couldn't very well get up and leave him without causing a scene, but she dearly wanted to. "Well, then, in the interests of fairness, perhaps you ought to know, Your Grace, that I have no intention of yielding the field to you." Beside her he inclined his head a fraction of an inch. "Then en garde, Miss Greaves.

This was not a man to be swayed by gentleness, beauty, or sweet words. He would bend—assuming he was even capable of bending—only for reasons of his own.