Quotes About Persistence

Tennis, as we know, was not my sport. Sport, in fact, was not my sport.

if you hold on, if you force yourself as hard as you can to find some kind of patience in the middle of all your impatience, things can change.

The past is so tenacious.

When do I stop? When I'm tewnty-five? Thirty? Thirty-five? Forty? Or right this minute? Nobody tell s you how long you should keep doing something before you give up forever.

The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn't do it any longer.

So many people don't even know what hits them when they grow up. They feel clobbered over the head the minute the first thing goes wrong, and they spend the rest of their lives trying to avoid pain at all costs. But you all know that avoiding pain is impossible. And I think having that knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.

Everything you do, it'll all feel really slow for a long time. But looking back, much later, it will have seemed like it was fast.

The world of law was filled with the fallen, but theater wasn't. No one ever "fell back" onto theater. You had to really, really want it.

I hadn't known that if you hold on, if you force yourself as hard as you can to find some kind of patience in the middle of all your impatience, things can change. It's big, and it's always incredibly messy. But there's no way around the mess.

that the things you want, you never get them. And if you do, they're not what you thought they'd be. But you'd still do anything to keep them. Because you'd wanted them for so long.

Whenever I doubted myself, my dad would say, 'Grab that dream by the hands, Gwennie. Clutch until the knuckles go white.'" "Whose dream?" "It doesn't matter whose dream it is," she said. "Just that it's a dream.

The things you want, you never get them. And if you do, they're not what you thought they'd be. But you'd still do anything to keep them. Because you'd wanted them for so long.

Remember this," she says, glowing, her skin golden and life-marked, "you will have to fight your entire life. And that's why you'll always be better. Because you wanted it so much more.

She hadn't learned, no one had taught her ... that the things you want, you never get them. And if you do, they're not what you thought they'd be. But you'd still do anything to keep them. Because you'd wanted them for so long.

Is it optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

It is optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.

Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings more satisfaction in the end.

I would rather have you haunt me, driving me mad, than have you leave me.

Sometimes you have to take your time to get your reward.

For anyone who's ever thought of giving up the dream . . . don't. Keep dreaming.

That sometimes you don't get over something. You just get through it.

Some things never left you, no matter how much you wanted them to.