Quotes About Persistence

Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it. —Maya Angelou

I didn't just come in on a load of turnips!

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit

Writing is like baseball: you fail two-thirds of the time.

Polishing: a useful lesson for the hopeful writer. You say your tormented prose doesn't read as well as mine? Neither does mine, at first!

Then we got into a labyrinth, and, when we thought we were at the end, came out again at the beginning, having still to see as much as ever.

When a man is out of his depth, whether he has fallen into a little swimming-bath or into mid-ocean, he has to swim all the same.

As long as I draw breath and am able, I won't give up practicing philosophy.

I would not swear that my argument is right down to the last word, but I would fight to the last breath, both in word and deed, that we will be better men – brave instead of lazy – if we will believe we must search for the things we do not know; if we will refuse to believe it is not possible to find out what we do not know and that there is no point in looking.

Cuando el fin es sublime, todo lo que se sufre para conseguirlo no lo es menos.

Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.

Interests evolve into hobbies or volunteer work, which grow into passions. It takes time, more time than anyone imagines.

I'm Lush Rimbaud, and I refuse to shut up or die.

We need to internalize this idea of excellence. Not many folks spend a lot of time trying to be excellent.

Ask... seek... knock... and the dream shall be yours.

The thing was, if you wanted to survive you had to keep going, Natalie had decided. Even when it hurt. Sometimes, she had discovered, you has to walk around the holes in your life, instead of falling into them.

The truck went on its way in the night and Gedaleh shouted, laughing, If not this way, how? And if not now, when?

He was a bricklayer; for fifty years, in Italy, America, France, then again in Italy, and finally in Germany, he had laid bricks, and every brick had been cemented with curses. He cursed continuously, but not mechanically; he cursed with method and care, acrimoniously, pausing to find the right word, frequently correcting himself and losing his temper when unable to find the word he wanted; then he cursed the curse that would not come.

in the morning we found the rabbits intent on a meticulous and general campaign of copulation

Le grane, tu lo saprai, non vengono al galoppo, come gli Unni, ma zitte, di soppiatto, come le epidemie.

Cerrato said seriously that indeed sometimes things went like that, and that he would try to come up with something; but in general it was really dark all the time. You couldn't see the glimmer, you beat your head again and again against an ever lower ceiling, and ended by coming out of the cave on your hands and knees and backward, a little older than when you went in.

The thing was, if you wanted to survive you had to keep going. Even when it hurt. Sometimes, she had discovered, you had to walk around the holes in your life, instead of falling into them.

The enemy) laughs at your attempts to fix your own issues with timely words and hard work - tactics that might affect matters for a moment but can't begin to touch his underhanded, cunning efforts down where the root issues lie.

The Water is there. It is always there. Call them. Show them the way.