Quotes About Persistence

Lo que parece diferenciar a quienes se encuentran en la cúspide de su carrera de aquéllos otros que, teniendo una capacidad similar, no alcanzan esa cota, radica en la práctica ardua y rutinaria seguida a lo largo de años y años. Y esta perseverancia depende fundamentalmente de factores emocionales, como el entusiasmo y la tenacidad frente a todo tipo de contratiempos.

People who are optimistic see a failure as due to something that can be changed so that they can succeed next time around, while pessimists take the blame for failure, ascribing it to some lasting characteristic they are helpless to change.

Es la combinación entre el talento razonable y la capacidad de perseverar ante el fracaso lo que conduce al éxito.

the difference quite often lies in the abilities called here emotional intelligence, which include self-control, zeal and persistence, and the ability to motivate oneself.

They say love's like a bus, and if you wait long enough another one will come along, but not in this place where the buses are slow and most of the cute ones are gay.

She had the look in her eye when you kick and kick at the door and it doesn't open, when you write a boy letters and letters and he never loves you, not 'til the day he dies. Not even then.

I love you so soundly and I will do anything to drag you forward.

Treat reluctance like seasickness, Errol said, picking something off his sleeve. If you feel it, focus on the horizon.

No battle plan survives first contact. And the only way out is through. All

That's the most important thing. If I keep reading, maybe I can hold my own.

Pushing too hard will only make things freeze up. How many great problems have gone unsolved because men didn't know enough, or have enough faith in the creative process and in themselves, to let go for the whole mind to work at it?

What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches.

Time assumes another dimension now - work and absorption in the search for an answer.

That's the most important thing. If I keep reading, maybe I can hold my own.

They all think I'm killing myself at this pace, but what they don't understand is that I'm living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed. Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night—in the moments before I pass off into sleep—ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem.

I was on a down escalator now. If I stood still I'd go all the way to the bottom, but if I started to run up maybe I could at least stay in the same place. The important thing was to keep moving upward no matter what happened.

Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night--in the moments before I pass off into sleep--ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem.

Eu estava em uma escada rolante para baixo agora. Se eu ficasse parado, iria direto pra baixo, mas, se eu começasse a subir a escada, talvez conseguisse ao menos ficar no mesmo lugar. O importante era seguir me movendo pra cima independentemente do que acontecesse.

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As you navigate your professional life, you will be faced with all kinds of trials and tribulations for which there will appear no feasible solution. Do you sit there trying to figure out what to do? No, you get moving. Problems—all problems—are solved not just by sitting and thinking, but by moving and doing.

The greatest discovery any alien anthropologist could make about our culture is our overriding response to failure: If it didn't work last year, do it AGAIN this year (and if possible do it MORE)

The community of life that we see here at any given time isn't just a random collection. It's a collection of successes. It's the remainder that is left over when the failures have disappeared.

And this thought is a question: Why? "Why, why, why, why, why, why?" the tiger asks itself hour after hour, day after day, year after year, as it treads its endless path behind the bars of its cage. It cannot analyze the question or elaborate on it. If you were somehow able to ask the creature, "Why what?" it would be unable to answer you.

You know, I'm very near to bein' normal, but I just can't get over the hump.