Quotes About Persistence

When all else failed, when there seemed to be nothing but nonsense in the world, he held to this: that good music would always be good music, and great music was impregnable. You could play Bach's preludes and fugues at any tempo, with any dynamics, and they would still be great music, proof even against the wretch who brought ten thumbs to the keyboard. And in the same way, you could not play such music cynically.

I was determined to be polite, unoffendable, persistent, boring, friendly: in other words, to lie.

Billiards doesn't have to end. A game of billiards could last for ever, even if you were losing all the time. I don't like things to end.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again. She clenches her fists and thinks, Will he find me again? And she tells herself, No. Don't want this. Let him go.

Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th time.

Success is failing nineteen times and soaring the twentieth.

Sometimes, the only way out of the fire is through the fire, m'boy.

Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about.

I will find her. And when you do? Roger asked. I will make her mine, the warrior answered in a hard, determined voice. She will be mine. The vow was made.

She sat down at the table and spent a good hour talking about her husband. She told Judith how they'd met, how he relentlessly pursued her, and finished by mentioning just a hundred or two of his special qualities. The only thing the man wasn't capable of was walking on water… yet. Judith made that comment when her friend paused for breath.

Nathan had just announced that come hell or high water,he was going to fix his flower.He just needed time to find out how.

One of us continues to swim back and forth in her lane long after everyone else has gotten out, and when we call out her name - Alice, time's up! - the lifeguard lifts his hand and says, quietly, One more lap.

but an idea had presented itself to him, knocking at his brain like a nighttime traveler, and instead of shutting the door in its face, Browles built it a fire, he drew a chair for it up to the hearth and spent half a decade trying to decipher and then convey what it struggled to tell him. He was patient and industrious and quietly determined. Buffeted by setbacks and rejection and his own limitations, he persevered.

When a "regrettable incident" has been encoded and stored in memory, it can be both at an implicit and explicit level, and it can alter how we feel about another person in ways that persist for long periods of time following the experience.

She went on because there was no going back.

I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

Only a fool gives up his one treasure.

Step by small step; that was the only way I'd survive my time of penance. My lesson in patience. Or whatever it was.

Not all of us manage to find that spark. Not all of us keep it alive.

Nothing like hard work for driving away the shadows.

Even after this, even after everything, still you are ruled by your dreams. But your dreams cannot help you.

Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

I guess it's true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.