Quotes About Determination

One line stood out with particular clarity: "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.

Churchill slept well, not even waking when the all clear sounded at three forty-five A.M. He always slept well. His ability

Asked later how this feat had been achieved, Morton answered, "If you had to jump six or seven feet, or certainly drown, it is surprising what 'a hell of a long way' even older people can jump.

Churchill saw the relationship in succinct terms. "Some take drugs," he said. "I take Max.

It could be done, because it had to be done

William Manchester and Paul Reid's Defender of the Realm, Roy Jenkins's Churchill, and Martin Gilbert's Finest Hour—but then to plunge

Burnham's frequent admonition: "Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood." Burnham

What could a Prime Minister at that time and in such desperate conditions say that was not pathetically inadequate—or even downright dangerous?" To Battersby, it typified "the uniquely unpredictable magic that was Churchill"—his ability to transform "the despondent misery of disaster into a grimly certain stepping stone to ultimate victory.

As a reminder to himself and anyone who visited his office in the shanty, Burnham posted a sign over his desk bearing a single word: RUSH.

We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire. Neither the sudden shock of battle, nor the long-drawn trials of vigilance and exertion will wear us down.

This was the year in which Churchill became Churchill, the cigar-smoking bulldog we all think we know, when he made his greatest speeches and showed the world what courage and leadership looked like.

Make no little plans, they have no magic to stir ine's blood.

I am convinced that every man of you would rise up and tear me down from my place if I were for one moment to contemplate parley or surrender. If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.

We shall go on to the end," he said, in a crescendo of ferocity and confidence. "We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender—

Amanda meant to move, but somehow her feet didn't do anything. They were like Quebec, determined to be independent.

It's like strapping toothpicks onto a newborn colt and telling him to walk. Wearing heels is a sport and I don't want to play.

Now you bitches can stand here quaking in your boots about what your women might do to you. I'm going to get my woman.

He's a guy with a one-track mind. When he starts for one objective he can't think of anything else.

I'm not naturally tough. I've learned to be tough through rubbing elbows with the police.

I'm perfectly capable of living my own life. If I get into something, I want to get out of it through my own efforts. If I can't, I want to stay there. I don't want to have Hal Anders rushing into the city to lift me up out of the gutter, brush the mud off my clothes, smile sweetly down at me, and say, 'Won't you come home now, Mae, marry me, settle down, and live happily ever after?

When the going gets tough, the tough make cookies.

Okies who had just stepped into the corridor long enough to get a tin can of water for our boiling radiator. There are other stories, other dilemmas, but the characters never change. We're always standing around, unwashed, uncurled, harried, penniless, memory gone, no lipstick, no hose, unmatched shoes, and using the dirtiest cloth in the house to bind our wounds. Makes

You knew, Monsieur Carrados, reiterated Dompierre, and yet you ventured here. You are either a fool or a hero. An enthusiast—it is the same thing as both, interposed the lady.

Through endurance we conquer.