Quotes About Persistence

There's a guy out there who will want to tell everyone that he is your boyfriend. Quit goofing around and go find him.

You see, it's the slow knife…the knife that takes its time, the knife that waits years without forgetting, then slips between the bones. That's the knife—" With her other hand, she armed the trigger device. "—that cuts deepest.

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

path of least resistance, or the walk over hot coals.

Just because you will not see the work completed, does not mean you are free not to take it up.

No man in the wrong can stand up against a fellow that's in the right and keeps on a comin'. —Captain Bill McDonald, Texas Ranger

Might-have and mud are fine places to wallow

He only earns his freedom who daily conquers anew. —Goethe, Faust

ceiling, then

Beetles never stop. They gnaw silently and relentlessly. Guilt is like that too.

and doesn't know quite what to do with it. I dig in.

only with hard work and extreme fortitude could one escape the road map created by where they are born, whom they are born to.

handful. You can't expect

effort.While people involved in religious forms of the flesh may believe they are taking sin seriously by persistently reminding people to stop doing it, they are actually trivializing sin by depicting it as something that can be overcome through behavior modification.

it's not love that makes the world go round, it's inertia

If humans were good at anything, he thought, it was sure as hell good old running.

As we had drilled for, over years.

It seemed stupid to be pursued on foot like Homo sapiens sapiens of a hundred thousand years before.

I intend to live forever. So far, so good. —STEVEN WRIGHT

Freeman had exercised what the dapper man called his best talent: Sitzfleisch. Freeman had explained that this German word had no equivalent in English, and literally translated as "Sitflesh." It meant the ability to sit still and work quietly.

Sometimes you have to lose to win

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .

The heart doesn't know how to quit, because it doesn't know how to lie.

But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one step ahead of them. I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.