Quotes About Determination

Now you are getting confused in the head, he thought. You must keep your head clear. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish, he thought.

I even read aloud the part of the novel that I had rewritten, which is about as low as a writer can get and much more dangerous for him as a writer than glacier skiing unroped before the full winter snowfall has set over the crevices.

Fight them," he said. "I'll fight them until I die.

I may not be as strong as I think,' the old man said, 'But I know many tricks and I have resolution.

Ma di cosa sei fatta, tu? Di quello che ami disse lei. Più l'acciaio.

The fish is calm and steady. I will eat it all and then I will be ready.

his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am? He

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who. Now

Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. How many people will he feed, he thought. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great dignity.

The thousand times he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.

he who ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city

Now I have done what I can, he thought. Let him begin to circle and let the fight come.

It is not bad," he said. "And pain does not matter to a man.

He had tried a few practice matches with his left hand. But his left hand had always been a traitor and would not do what he called on it to do and he did not trust it.

What will you do now if they come in the night? What can you do? Fight them, he said. I will fight them until I die.

I wish I had a stone for the knife,» the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt. «I should have brought a stone.» You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

Sometimes all niceness gone and glad to get out on the street but always another day starting and then another night.

Ernest Hemingway

But, in yourself, you said that you would write about these people ... and for once it would be written by some one who knew what he was writing of. But he would never do it, because each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

Let's say that he should go out and hang himself because he finds that writing well is impossibly difficult. Then he should be cut down without mercy and forced by his own self to write as well as he can for the rest of his life. At least he will have the story of the hanging to commence with.

I want it to be rugged," Roger had said. "I'm going to start new again." "How many times is it now you've started new?" "Too many," Roger had said. "And you don't have to rub it in.

But you have not slept yet, old man," he said aloud. "It is half a day and a night and now another day and you have not slept. You must devise a way so that you sleep a little if he is quiet and steady. If you do not sleep you might become unclear in the head.

Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish.

Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish, he thought.