Quotes About Persistence

Some attitudes couldn't be changed, they just had to be outlived

Divide the infinite future into five-minute blocks, and take them one by one.

All her old thoughts seemed as thin and ragged as a piece of knitting made and ripped out and made and ripped out again until all the threads were frayed, growing ever more worn, but never larger.

Then she said, "You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on." "What do you find on the other side? When you go on?" She shrugged. "Your life again. What else?

But I know you have courage, and I know you have will. The rest is just picking yourself up and ramming into the wall again and again until it falls down. You get a bloody forehead, so what? You can do it, I swear you can.

In fact, since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

Anything worth doing is worth doing well.

Must retire harder...

Prayer, he suspected... was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.

Nothing worth doing is fun all the time. But it's still worth doing all the time.

Desperately, Cordelia stuck her foot through the whatchamacallit foot-holder, stirrup, grabbed, and heaved. The saddle slid slowly around the horse's belly, and Cordelia with it, till she was clinging underneath among a forest of horse legs. She fell to the ground with a thump and scrambled out of the way. The horse twisted its neck around and peered at her, in a dismay much milder than her own, then stuck its rubbery lips to the ground and began nibbling up weeds.

Head in the direction you wish to arrive. Don't divert or divide yourself for a degree in English (unless you want to be a teacher) or articles in the local paper (unless you want to be a journalist). You become a fiction writer by writing fiction.

The fastest way to get to easy is through hard.

Patience and exhaustion turn out to have a lot in common.

Ekaterin's vision of him, he reminded himself, was not exactly objective. Thank God. "I've been trying to charm quaddies all day, with no noticeable success.

Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

Hell, you had to at least achieve monogamy before you could go on to larger ambitions. So far he had failed to attach even one woman to his sawed-off person. Of course, nearly three years in covert ops, and the period before that in the all-male environs of the military academy, had limited his opportunities. Nice

Mikkel grinned. Bree made a mistake. I'll find her yet!

MAMA Well, little boys' hides ain't as tough as Southside roaches. You better get over there behind the bureau. I seen one marching out of there like Napoleon yesterday.

Sometimes it seemed that she and rudy were two people attempting to tango, sweating and trying, long after the orchestra had grown tired, long after everyone else had gone home.

I realized that life was too short for anyone honestly and thoroughly to outgrow anything, but it was clear that some people were making more of an effort than others.

She liked her pieces to have something from every time of day in them — she didn't trust things written in the morning only — so she reread and rewrote painstakingly. No part of a day — its moods, its light — was allowed to dominate. She hung on to a piece for a year sometimes, revising at all hours, until the entirety of a day had registered there.

Talent. I don't have talent. I have willingness.