Quotes About Persistence

into submission. No more punches. Before

door and said, "Let's get that thing open, and then

Rickman wouldn't let something as trivial as death stop him.

death by a thousand cuts to be drawn out over a period of years not months.

Imagine a tiny ant on the back of a massive African elephant. No matter how diligently that ant marches east, if the elephant he sits upon travels in the opposite direction, the ant will end up farther west than his starting point. Similarly, we will find ourselves receding from our goals if our conscious and subconscious minds are not aligned.

There's another familiar adage: "Every dog has his day." Well, Joe and most dogs I've known have not only their day but most of mine and parts of other people's, too. When the day isn't theirs, you'd better get them to the vet's. They're sick. So

But if my forces are not enough, I am hardly the one to relent, I'll plead for the help I need, wherever it may be - if I cannot sway the heavens, I'll wake the powers of hell!

Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.

Fracti bello fatisque repulsi ductores Danaum, tot iam labentibus annis, instar montis equum divina Palladis arte aedificant

Tum vero Teucri incumbunt, et litore celsas deducunt toto naves:  natat uncta carina; frondentisque ferunt remos et robora silvis infabricata, fugae studio.

Non tamen Euryali, non ille oblitus amorum; nam sese opposuit Salio per lubrica surgens; ille autem spissa iacuit revolutus harena.

Here is the toil of that house, and the inextricable wandering

Durate, et vosmet rebus servate secundis.

Incepto Ne Desistam!

she takes no rest from revenge

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.

That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead, into deserts, under drifts of sand, regardless of lures, of seductions; to be poor always and unkempt; to be ridiculous in Piccadilly.

Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

We insist, it seems, on living.

And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense.

I am not going to lie down and weep away a life of care.

Either I shall find it, or I shall not find it. I examine my note-case. I look in all my pockets. These are the things that forever interrupt the process upon which I am eternally engaged of finding some perfect phrase that fits this moment exactly.

I addressed my self as one would speak to a companion with whom one is voyaging to the North Pole.