Quotes About Persistence

All that kneeling down and getting up, kneeling down and getting up! But I can stand it if you can," Mr. Ray grumbled to his wife.

This pool is a triumph of imagination. That's how you win at life, Gin. You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can't be done. There's always a solution, even if it's weird.

You have to try. Trying is the first step to whatever comes next.

Which is both gross and breathtakingly romantic. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.

I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.

With that, I splashed some water on my face, fixed on a smile, and stepped out. I would find Jerome. I would make him explain to me what I was missing. We would laugh, then we would kiss with tongue, and all would be well.

You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can't be done, even if it's weird.

Is that going to work? she said. We have to try. She nodded. She got that. You have to try. Trying is the first step to whatever comes next.

Sometimes, you have to wait a little bit for this kind of gratification, but it's still worth it.

Told her I would wait as long as it took. She told me not to bother, but I waited anyway.

When something horrific happens, you sort of feel like you have to stay? Until justice is done. Which it never was.

Every single day for the past three weeks, she

That's how you win at life. You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can't be done, there's always a solution, even if it's weird.

We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.

The adversary she found herself forced to fight was not worth matching or beating; it was not a superior ability which she would have found honor in challenging; it was ineptitude—a gray spread of cotton that 'seemed soft and shapeless, that could offer no resistance to anything or anybody, yet managed to be a barrier in her way.

Some day, we shall stop and build a house, when we shall have gone far enough. But we do not have to hasten. The days before us are without end, like the forest.

After a while, he went back to his task; he decided that pain was not a valid reason for stopping.

Nathaniel Taggart had been a penniless adventurer who had come from somewhere in New England and built a railroad across a continent, in the days of the first steel rails. His railroad still stood; his battle to build it had dissolved into a legend, because people preferred not to understand it or to believe it possible.

The great creators—the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors—stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.

only a thin steel ring that cut the rocks in half. The rocks went on into the depth, unchanged. They began

He asked simply, as if the matter of her presence were not unusual at all: "Did you have a hard time climbing those stairs?" She answered, "A little. All climbing is hard. But it's usually worth it.

He would think of it later, he thought; one moves step by step and one must keep moving. For the moment, with an unnatural clarity, with a brutal simplification that made it almost easy, his consciousness contained nothing but one thought: It must not stop me. The sentence hung alone, with no past and no future. He did not think of what it was that must not stop him, or why this sentence was such a crucial absolute. It held him and he obeyed. He went step by step.

Nunca perdemos del todo aquello por lo que vivimos. Quizá a veces cambiemos su forma, sobre todo si hemos cometido un error; pero el propósito sigue el mismo, y somos nosotros quines concebimos su forma.

He saw the tension of the face, the speed of the walk, the drunken exhilaration of the body, drunk on the energy of sleepless nights, the proud lift of the head, the clear, steady, ruthless eyes, the eyes of a man who drove himself without pity toward that which he wanted.