Quotes About Persistence

La historia de la humanidad está escrita por personas que quieren algo que no pueden tener.

And we're back where we started. Beginning to feel like I'm riding a hamster wheel.

Victory does not always come with trumpet-blasts and glory.

You see, the thing about dreams is that it's never really too late to make them come true.

How feasible do you think that is? About as feasible as me fitting into the petite sizes at the clothing store. I can try, but it's never going to work.

It isn't over until you're no longer breathing. Fight like you will win.

Once a possum was cooked in the house, people said, twenty years later you could smell it….

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

wherever she goes she will only find the same hell she was running away from.

Ich werde so lange im Haus herumlaufen, bis ich in zehn von neun Fällen den Ort finde, wo es was zu essen gibt.

Well I am here, I am at the heart, I have come through the maze--where is the secret I am to learn from my many agonies? Here I am, here I am, where is my reward? What have I earned, learned, spurned?

Maybe it didn't really matter what we did to preserve ourselves. There was always some truck somewhere. The thing was not to let that stop you not to let it direct your life

Of him they said the proverb had been invented: All good swimmers are drowned.

They say it has several hundred floors. How do you get to the top? With a ladder called an elevator. To get to the top floor, you board the elevator early in the morning and you reach your floor by sunset.

Believe me, I know how to respect a man of learning, a man who sits and studies Torah, despite the fact that he doesn't so much as put his finger into cold water. You think he's lazy? He'd do anything, poor fellow—but there's nothing to do. So he sits and studies. Let him keep studying.

Like they say: a pimple on a blister, a blister on a boil.

It seems there's no way of making a living in this world that I haven't tried. The one thing left is matchmaking.

As your mother would say, "If you're knee-deep in mud, keep on crawling.

In short, things are going from bad to worse. But if you want peace and quiet, my mother says, you should look for it in the grave …

But after the last straw, there's always more, as my mother says.

I am but a small-winged bird: But I will conquer the big world As the bee-martin beats the crow By attacking it always from Above.

If you believe in what you are doing, then you must fight for it. You must stay. Do not let anyone frighten you away.

Even when lightning flashes inside them [clouds], we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, next pain, next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

We may insist as often as we like that man's intellect is powerless in comparison to his instinctual life, and we may be right in this. Nevertheless, there is something peculiar about this weakness. The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it will not rest until it has gained a hearing. Finally, after a countless succession of rebuffs, it succeeds.