Quotes About Persistence

Would it ever, ever leave? I had become used to the ache now; it was with me all the time, and never seemed to lessen. Time was no healer, I decided, but it was a great accommodator.

The odd thing about Mama was that she liked to think of herself as a doomy sort of person, but there was a natural optimism in her that refused to be defeated, however hard she squashed it down, and I know that she never lost faith completely.

Most castles in the air are never built. But Walt Disney's was.

I was just so interested in what I was doing I could hardly wait to get up in the morning and get at it. One of my friends, a geneticist, said I was a child, because only children can't wait to get up in the morning to get at what they want to do. - Dr. Barbara McClintock

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'--William Boot

My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion...Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.

Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.

There was one insect which buzzed in a particular manner. Listen, said Mr Bain one day, that is most interesting. It is what we call the 'six o'clock beetle', because he always makes that noise at exactly six o'clock. But it is now quarter past four. Yes, that is what is so interesting. At one time and another in the country I heard the six o'clock beetle at every hour of the day and night.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

It eluded us then, but that's no matter —tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning——

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---

In any case you mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat.

One should . . . be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.

For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.

It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Vitality shows not only in the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over.

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.

And so we beat on, books against the critics, borne back ceaslessly into rewrites.

He found that the business of optimism was no mean task.