Quotes About Persistence

It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting what they want, and you're on your own.

I'm out of the habit. I've spent years trying not to want. Just, you know, as an endeavor, like quitting smoking.

Hope it an unbearably precious thing, worth its weight in feathers. If that's too much to think about, best to tuck it in a pocket anyway, and make it a habit.

After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. —WALLACE STEVENS, "The Well Dressed Man with a Beard

First they would stagger, then grow competent, and then forget the difficulty altogether while thinking of other things, and that was survival.

I became determined to know a few steps more of that path every day.

It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning.

the tall weed gets cut.

It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting

I went on foot because I still had feet to carry me.

Geneticists have confirmed that milk-drinking adults are the exception to the norm, identifying a deviant gene on the second chromo-some that causes lactase persistence. (The gene is SNP C/T13910, if you care.)

Damned thing, self-consciousness, like a pitiful stray dog tagging you down the road—so hard to shake off. So easy to get back.

Weeds are job security for the gardener.

You have to get up every morning and decide again, in the cold lonely light of day, am I brave enough to stick this out?

You have to understand the rhyme and reasons of Dori. Why she was radical and fun like a little girl, even after all her friends left her flat. How she stayed patient with a wheezing, crying man gone old before his time. Why her foot kept bouncing. Her sparkly eyes were not really black, but blue. Bending down to kiss her, I'd see the thinnest crescent of sky blue around the huge black center. Living a life like hers, most people would have lost it a thousand times over.

Whole phases of her children's lives, these passions that had seemed to be their purest marrow, had faded away one after another. And character persisted.

But he went right back to it, trying again. He would do this over and over until he had it, and today or tomorrow he would walk. Willa remembered all this. She'd watched her kids master these first small tasks with an application of effort that seemed superhuman, but of course it only amounted to being human, a story written in genes. First they would stagger, then grow competent, and then forget the difficulty altogether while thinking of other things, and that was survival.

If you know you are on the right track, if you have this inner knowledge, then nobody can turn you off. No matter what they say.

Any writer who waits for inspiration to strike will never finish a book. Inspiration is all very well but it will never replace sheer dogged determination.

hours, she took forever over her morning

He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind

Gerçek ÅŸuydu ki, kötü an?lar asla silinmiyordu. Hay?r, en fazla duraks?yorlard?; aç?lmay? bekleyen bir kutunun içinde bekler gibi duruyor, Bizi özledin mi? Merak etme, hala buraday?z! Ve hiçbir yere gitmiyoruz! diyorlard?.

His gal had thrown down, and he was going to follow her wherever that led.

A turtle doesn't get up on a bookshelf by itself