Quotes About Persistence

The obstinate miner of the void exploits his fertile mine

Without resistance you can do nothing.

His work kept on living, like the watches on the wrists of dead soldiers. [Said of Marcel Proust]

Puisque la beauté court je dois courir plus vite

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When

Patience and time do more than force and rage.

Congratulations. You have met your conscience. In my experience, the world is divided between those who have one and those who don't. And the ones with one are divided into those who will act on their conscience and those who won't. Those who will are, I'm afraid, the smallest category. They will *jeito*. It's Brazilian Portuguese. It means to find a way to get something done, no matter what the obstacles.

When such single minded strength of will and purpose is directed to reach its goal, no boundary can resist.

When man don't love you, more you try, more he hate you, man like that. If you love them they treat you bad, if you don't love them they after you night and day bothering your soul case out.

Nous ne commençons à prouver quelque chose qu'en persévérant jusque dans un âge où déjà nous sommes contraints à l'économie.

I got to the end of the story before I'd realized what she'd done. Just as Jake had waited, interviewing the Mariners, Jillian had waited out my first answers so that I would give her a better one.

Things usually work out in the end. What if they don't? That just means you haven't gotten to the end yet.

They say things will work out in the end. What if they don't? Then you haven't come to the end.

I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.

Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.

It was a long story, and like most of the stories in the world, never finished. There was an ending - there always is - but the story went on past the ending - it always does.

Passion out of passion's obstacles.

The trouble with babies is that they are made like a safe- no way to see what's inside and no guarantee that the effort will be worth the trouble. spin the numbers, crack the code, but the door won't swing open. Babies are safes on time-delay. It takes years for the door to swing open, and even when it does, the best minds are undecided as to the value of the contents

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it."' That's from the Song of Solomon. We sing what we know.

Dinginess is death to a writer. Filth, discomfort, hunger, cold, trauma and drama, don't matter a bit.

Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is the road and we are on it

To do something large and to do it well demands such observances, personal and peculiar, laughable as they often are, because they stave off that dinginess of soul that says that everything is small and grubby and nothing is really worth the effort.

I think writing is a process that starts long before the writers are actually writers and probably goes on long afterward. It's rather like the way the Arabs weave rugs. They don't stop. They just cut them off at a certain spot on the loom. There is no particular beginning or end.

I decided to apply to read English at the University of Oxford because it was the most impossible thing I could do.