Quotes About Persistence

Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time to bother with success or getting rich.

the town believed that good women dont forget things easily, good or bad, lest the taste and savor of forgiveness die from the palate of conscience.

Here's a wagon that's going a piece of the way. It will take you that far; backrolling now behind her a long monotonous succession of peaceful and undeviating changes from day to dark and dark to day again, through which she advanced in identical and anonymous and deliberate wagons as though through a succession of creakwheeled and limpeared avatars, like something moving forever and without progress across an urn.

A novelist is a failed short story writer, and a short story writer is a failed poet.

I've done what I could; a man that can live as lone as I have and not know when to quit is a fool.

He…who had not waited for Time and its furniture to teach him that the end of wisdom is to dream high enough not to lose the dream in the seeking of it.

Don't be 'a writer.' Be writing.

Amid the pointing and the horror the clean flame.

La sabiduría suprema es tener sueños lo bastante grandes para no perderlos de vista mientras se persiguen

The lowly and invincible of the earth—to endure and endure and then endure, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

CiteÅŸte, citeÅŸte, citeÅŸte. CiteÅŸte totul – gunoi, clasicii, r?ii ÅŸi bunii, ÅŸi vezi cum scriu. La fel ca un tâmplar care lucreaz? ca ucenic ÅŸi îÅŸi studiaz? maestrul. CiteÅŸte! Vei absorbi asta. Apoi scrie. Dac? ai scris ceva bun, vei afla. Dac? nu, arunc? ce-ai scris pe fereastr?.

Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they ain't whupped us yit, air they?

Don't be a writer; be writing.

INTERVIEWER Some people say they can't understand your writing, even after they read it two or three times. What approach would you suggest for them? FAULKNER Read it four times.

She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling

The writers I know seem constitutionally unable to allow themselves to be discouraged by failure.

Even in sleep, he was waiting, a little tense like everyone waiting within reach of a telephone, for it to ring. And still, even in sleep, he knew there would be time. Adam, after all, lived for nine hundred thirty years.

And finally the gray yielded to dark, the clock made another try at striking the hour, missed, waited, tried again unheard, again, until the alarm stung the silence into another sunless day

And the Yak, they can afford to move so fucking slow, man, they'll wait years and years. Give you a whole life, just so you'll have more to lose when they come and take it away. Patient like a spider. Zen spiders.

I can't unteach he six years of pity if you can't stand up to one tantrum.

there was coffee. Life would go on.

I only wanted to keep up a fire!

I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grown-ups would do.

See? Fezzik pointed then. Far down, at the very bottom of the mountain path, the man in black could be seen running. Inigo is beaten. Inconceivable! exploded the Sicilian. Fezzik never dared disagree with the hunchback. I'm so stupid, Fezzik nodded. Inigo has not lost to the man in black, he has defeated him. And to prove it he has put on all the man in black's clothes and masks and hoods and boots and gained eighty pounds.