Quotes About Determination

No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall.

No coward soul is mine.

Forget your anger, for she's hard to guide any way but her own.

They are afraid of nothing... Together they would brave Satan and all his legions.

mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.

Every Linton on the face of the Earth could melt into nothing before I'd agree to give up Heathcliff.

I can't rest now, Nelly, although I'm so tired. You may as well tell a man who's struggling through the sea to rest within an arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

There's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll not oppen 't an ye mak' yer flaysome dins till neeght.

I'll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!

THEY are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.

Don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

It is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest . . . I'll do both, as soon as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms' length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest . . . I've done no injustice, and I repent nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.

Try for yourself, if that be your spirit. I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.

Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another with the same wind to twist it!

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more—

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills!

And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, No drearier can prevail!

I took my power in my hand. And went against the world; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small?

I read my sentence - steadily . . .

The will is always near, dear, though the feet vary.

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more –