Quotes About Persistence

A real dreamer must have a mutual trust with time.

To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday.

A dreamer: it's the last thing I want to be called, in China or in America. No doubt when my friend in Beijing used the term, she was thinking of traits like persistence, single-mindedness, willfulness, and—particularly—impracticality, which she must have seen plenty of in me. Still, that one possesses a dreamer's personality and that one has dreams do not guarantee that one knows how to dream.

There is nothing selfish, dazzling, or preposterous about dreamers; in everyday life they blend in rather than stand out, though it's not hiding. A real dreamer must have a mutual trust with time.

I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats.

The game ain't over 'til it's over.

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.

It ain't over until it's over

It ain`t over until it`s over.

It ain't over till it's over.

Make a game plan and stick to it. Unless it's not working.

A failure is only a step on the way to your success.

Solving a problem for which you know there's an answer is like climbing a mountain with a guide, along a trail someone else has laid.

A problem isn't finished just because you've found the right answer.

Ambition and audacity show themselves also after having passed through thousands of difficulties and having overcome them all.

When a woman dislikes the man who is courting her, she parries him cleverly, like a willow in the wind.

The world is a stone wall ... and they have put the stones so close together that there is not a single crack through which one may enter.

If you get stuck to the committed path then... this wall has to be.. KNOCKED DOWN!!

La casetta si sta allontanando e i binari sono volati via. Continuo a perdermi inseguendo le mie tracce, e mi stanco. Mi siedo su una pietra, serafico come un albero. E i miei ricordi sembrano dei maratoneti mentre corrono al mondo che ho lasciato.

For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy persistence. I felt as though Sonoko were an abyss above which I stood poised.

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

One who pans for gold can't expect to dip up only gold, or even attempt to. He must blindly scoop the sand from the river bottom. He doesn't have the privilege of finding out in advance whether he will succeed. Maybe there's no gold in it, but maybe there is. Yet the one thing certain is that the person who doesn't pan for gold never gets any richer.

Tu sei come un torrente chiaro che scorre sulle rocce, io sono come il suo letto levigato, eroso dalla corrente. Solo se il torrente si asciuga il letto viene risparmiato ma, nonostante tutto, quest'ultimo non vuole inaridirsi e desidera ardentemente che le acque non cessino di scorrere e di consumarlo...

I still have no way to survive but to keep writing one line, one more line, one more line...