Quotes About Persistence

They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds.

Good things come to those who work.

Give it time, I thought. I grow on people; I'm like an industrial solvent, I'll wear you down...

Il terrorismo fondamentalista, di cui ormai abbiamo esperienza da vari anni, cerca di trascinarci nel suo baratro medievale. Aver permesso loro di trascinarci laggiù e di fronteggiarci sul LORO terreno, significa aver già perso la battaglia. Hanno vinto semplicemente facendoci accettare la loro regola: la PAURA. L'inclinazione ad aver paura implica la disposizione a trasmetterla agli altri.

Occasionally he stumbled over the truth, but hastily picked himself up and hurried on as if nothing had happened.

The POSITIVE THINKER sees the INVISIBLE, feels the INTANGIBLE, and achieves the IMPOSSIBLE.

If you're going through hell, keep going.

Do you know why the nose of the bull dog is sloped backwards? So it can keep on breathing without ever letting go.

If you're going through hell, keep going.

Not an hour is lost that is spent in the saddle.

When we face with a steady eye the difficulties which lie before us, we may derive new confidence from remembering those we have already overcome.

Success is not final, failure is not fatal

Man will occasionally stumble upon the truth but most times he will pick himself up and continue on.

A stubborn man can't change his mind and won't change the subject.

In war as in life, it is often necessary when some cherished scheme has failed, to take up the best alternative open, and if so, it is folly not to work for it with all your might.

when you're going through hell, keep going.

If your going through hell, keep going.

Never, never, never give up.

He was not discontented, but he was too restless, too preoccupied. Each day led so relentlessly to the next, linked by cause and effect, anticipation and result, preparation and achievement.

Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on, if I was ever going somewhere, I was running!

I may be a idiot, but most of the time, anyway, I tried to do the right thing, an dreams is just dreams, ain't they? So whatever else has happened, I am figgerin this: I can always look back an say, at least I ain't led no hum-drum life.

It commenced raining one day and did not stop for two months. We went through ever different kind of rain they is, cep'n maybe sleet or hail. It was little tiny stinging rain sometimes, an big ole fat rain at others. It came sidewise an straight down an sometimes even seem to stand up from the ground. Nevertheless, we was expected to do our shit, which was mainly walking upland down the hills an stuff looking for gooks.

You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.