Quotes About Persistence

my motto, what it's always been. I refuse to be bad at what I do, and that includes being bad. I won't be bad at being bad. I

If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write.

You have to suffer through the emptiness and find what compels you to continue.

I have named them the hounds of Sisyphus.

Nothing vanishes quite like pain—when pain does vanish, that is. Because most of the time pain never does.

I can't get Him out of my head. I never have. I never will.

Memory wouldn't leave him alone.

He found me here," I said, "And I don't even know where I am. He found me here, and he can find me anywhere, and each time, as I told you, he takes a little more blood.

In spite of Pops trying to restrain me I followed the sheriff all the way to his car, hammering on him about those two bodies: 'You've got to check and see who's missing! I'm telling you, I saw it. Two bodies, just dumped out there. You've got to search.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories-points in time which time itself cannot erase.

Life is too strong to be contained. It is never destroyed. Divorced from the flesh, it moves through all matter and form to find flesh again.

to sputter and giggle—Baby too. "I followed my piss!" I said between hiccupping laughter. "She followed her piss and her dreams came true!" Rachel screamed. "Follow your piss, Obi-Wan Kenobi," Barbara intoned.

Lady Miranda Rohan struck him as someone extremely difficult to crush. Thus, the challenge was immediately appealing.

She was in love with Adrian Rohan, and had been for years, and nothing, not his rudeness nor tales of his outrageous excess, nor all her own rational self-discourse, could change her.

Wasn't it amazing how resilient people were, how they persisted, how they kept trying to connect!

Now she settled into the dailiness of grief—not that first piercing stab but the steady, persistent ache of it, the absence that feels like a presence.

It's never too late to do what you want to do.' Remember that.

Disaster followed disaster... the hero stuck in there, though. Macon had long ago noticed that all adventure movies had the same moral: Perseverance pays. Just once he'd like to see a hero like himself -- not a quitter, but a man who did face facts and give up gracefully when pushing on was foolish.

He was impressed that someone so old still wanted so fiercely to live.

He didn't talk about Derek at all and he avoided any contact with Willa or his brother, instead spending his evenings shut away in his room twiddling tunelessly on his guitar. Sean was the opposite: he followed Willa around pestering her for every detail of his father's death.

Everything was harried and nightmarish and yet the same small practical things were going on at the same time.

she grew numbly, wearily certain that there was no such thing on this earth as real change. You could change husbands, but not the situation. You could change who, but not what. We're all just spinning here, she thought, and she pictured the world as a little blue teacup, revolving like those rides at Kiddie Land where everyone is pinned to his place by centrifugal force.

with your family, if with no one else, you have to keep on trying.

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.