Quotes About Persistence

here's what good people do: We don't give up. We will not be cowed. We will refute their lies. We will get the vote, and we will use it. We will take them to court. We will march in their streets, and we will fight for justice every damned step of the way.

We are none of us born into Eden, Doc said reasonably. World's plenty evil when we get here. Question is, what's the best way to play a bad hand?

Writing's a long, slow process. It affords me so little pleasure I often wonder why I make the effort.

Valiantly, he tried to bring his soul to life in the small thing through which it had to live, and it was crushed, again and again.

Sometimes it's enough just to know that if you believe hard enough and long enough, your wishes can come true.

We seem to have lost the gift of patience, of waiting for time to unfold its story.

it was dawning on me how uphill a poet's path was, and I confessed to her that if I had to be the choice between being happy or being a poet, I'd choose to be happy.

I revise and revise and revise. Any editor of mine will tell you how crappy my early drafts are. Revisions are about clarifying and evoking feelings in the reader in the same way they were once evoked in me.

I was 40 years old before I became an overnight success, and I'd been publishing for 20 years.

clawing at my heart all these years.

Writers have to be tenacious to the point of being pathological. Rejection and criticism is assured.

I'll go on writing till the end of my days. I have been writing too long to stop.

I cherish two sentences and keep them close to my desk. The first is by Flaubert. I came upon it among Van Gough's letters. It says, simply, 'Talent is long patience, and originality an effort of will and of intense observation.

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

And probably, if they don't waste time looking for an easier world, they can do it.

Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.

Things take the time they take. Don't worry.

The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live too. There is only one world.

Yet little by little I learned to love my life. Though sometimes I had to run hard— especially from melancholy— not to be held back.

Results for Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself continually?

Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself continually?

knowing that the hour of fulfillment is buried in years of patience — yet willing to labor like that on the mortal wheel.

Has anyone seen meadowlark? I've been looking for probably forty years now unsuccessfully. He used to live in the field I crossed many a morning heading to the woods, truant again from school. There were no meadowlarks in the school. Which was a good enough reason for me not to want to be there. But now it's more serious. There is no field, neither have the woods survived. So, where is meadowlark? If anyone has seen him, please would you let me know posthaste?

will be easy, he thought. Not all