Quotes About Persistence

It doesn't matter. You keep going. You keep trying to take over the world.

And questions give us no rest. We know not why our curse makes us seek we know not what, ever and ever. But we cannot resist it. It whispers to us that there are great things on this earth of ours, and that we can know them if we try, and that we must know them. We ask, why must we know, but it has no answer to give us. We must know that we may know.

An inventor is a man who asks 'Why?' of the universe and lets nothing stand between the answer and his mind.

The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.

It's not a question of who will allow me to do it, it's a question of who will stop me.

It's only a matter of getting through the next few moments, she thought: take care of the next few moments, and then the next, a few at a time, and after a while it will be easier; you'll get over it, after a while.

sometimes, she felt pity for those countless nameless ones somewhere around them who, in a feverish quest, were searching for some answer, and in their search crushed others, perhaps even her; but she could not be crushed, for she had the answer.

Whatever it was, he thought, whatever the strain and the agony, they were worth it, because they had made him reach this day

John Galt spent years looking for it. He crossed oceans, and he crossed deserts, and he went down into forgotten mines, miles under the earth. But he found it on the top of a mountain. It took him ten years to climb that mountain. It broke every bone in his body, it tore the skin off his hands, it made him lose his home, his name, his love. But he climbed it. He found the fountain of youth, which he wanted to bring down to men.Only he never came back.

I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: the halfway, the almost, the just-about, the in-between.

So long as road lies before us, and what care we if we must travel it alone!

Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley.   But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us."   A.J. Cronin

Bruised and bleeding, he picked himself up and continued on. Eventually, he found a new path.

Whatever parts of us we choose to use, we all share something in common: a need to find our way in the Maze and succeed in changing times. The

Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley. But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us." A.J. Cronin

estaba convencido de que encontrar lo que necesitaba sólo era cuestión de tiempo.

Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley. But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us.

and Scurry, and wondered if they had found any cheese yet. He believed they might be having a hard time, as running through the Maze usually involved some uncertainty. But he also knew that it was likely to only last for a while. Sometimes, Haw would imagine Sniff and Scurry finding New Cheese and enjoying it. He thought about how

Imagining Yourself Enjoying Your New Cheese Leads You To It.

Una volta dissi a un tale che non c'è niente d'impossibile. E lui mi chiese se ero capace di passare da una porta girevole con gli sci ai piedi. (Stardance)

Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best.

God withholds Himself from no one who perseveres.

He read theology and abandoned the ministry, read law and abandoned the bar, entered business and lost a thousand pounds.

He has to survive this, if only to avoid having his digital corpse kicked to pieces by those grunting, knuckle-dragging troglodytes otherwise known as commenters.