Quotes About Persistence

sharpened edge of a razor, hard to traverse, A difficult path is this—the poets declare!2 Science

A tr?i înseamn? a aÅŸtepta ÅŸi a îndura timpul.

This is not a long bridge, but it goes on for ever. I am not far from the bank, but I will never get there. I walk but I never move. Fast or slow, running, turning, doubling back, jumping, throwing myself or stopping; nothing makes any difference.

jammed inside the bastard for three hours.'). And that bridge, the bridge . . . have to make a pilgrimage to

The magic of Paul's intelligence is that he has more patience than anyone I've ever met, and with it he simply wears problems down. To count a hundred million stars, he told me once, at the rate of one per second, sounds like a job that no one could possibly complete in a lifetime. In reality, it would only take three years. The key is focus, a willingness not to be distracted. And that is Paul's gift: an intuition of just how much a person can do slowly.

I'm the world's authority on giving up smoking. I do it constantly.

I'm a slow learner. It's true. But I learn , I can't deny it.

We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth

Let his name be cleared and everyone else adjust their thinking. He had put in time, now they must do the work. His business was simple. Find Cecilia and love her, marry her and live without shame.

She would simply wait on the bridge, calm and obstinate, until events, real events, not her own fantasies, roe to her challenge, and dispelled her insignificance.

It was the reason he had survived. It was the ordinary way of saying she would refuse all other men. Only you. Come back.

Everything that impeded him had to be outweighed, even if only by a fraction, by all that drove him on.

In difficult moments it's sometimes a good idea to ask yourself what it is you most want to be doing and consider how it can be achieved. If it can't, move on to the second best thing.

Rochefort would put up with any method or style so long as it got results.

On these scorched lands, they'll never reap anything but a black harvest," predicted Hajj Khaled.

You know anything about investigative work? Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.

My investigative technique mostly consisted of going through the list of interested parties and making as much noise as possible, until the culprit lost his patience and tried to shut me up.

I love you, I told him. There. Nice and simple. I knew you would find me. He smiled at me. I would never stop looking.

One day, she'd find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.

Fuck easy, Ceri. If you love him, fight for him. Nothing worth keeping is free in this world.

We were not finished yet, not even close. I could still smell her. I remembered what she felt like. What she tasted like. This wasn't a casual sexual thing. This was a mating. I would have Kate as my mate. Whatever it took, no matter how long, she would be with me.

But then I didn't run from my challenges. I met them straight on and bashed my head against them, until it left me hurt, bloody, and dazed.

I mean to have you, Rose, you and all of your thorns. I'm a disagreeable and stubborn bastard, but I'm not a fool. You didn't really expect me to pass you up, did you?