Quotes About Persistence

Moral: If at first you don't succeed, invent fire. Or hire a chef. Preferably one with imagination. Jane Yolen

You know, it's hard work to write a book. I can't tell you how many times I really get going on an idea, then my quill breaks. Or I spill ink all over my writing tunic.

My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.

You just have to keep driving down the road. It's going to bend and curve and you'll speed up and slow down, but the road keeps going.

Let's try and pay more attention to what's around us. Look up. Look down - if only so you don't trip. Ask questions. You know how kids always ask "why?" Ask why. Then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. And then ask why again. Don't stop asking why until you get the answer you're looking for. Or until you're escorted away by security, whichever comes first.

You just have to keep driving down the road. It's going to bend and curve and you'll speed up and slow down, but the road keeps going.

It's hard to understand failure when you're going through it, but in the grand scheme of things it's good to fall down—not because you're drunk and not near stairs.

Its the same for every career and life decision. You just have to keep driving down the road. It's going to bend and curve, and you're going to speed up and slow down, but the road keeps going.

Let the naysayers nay. They will eventually grow tired of naying.

Things will get easier, people's minds will change and you should be alive to see it

My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the heck she is.

You know, it's hard work to write a book. I can't tell you how many times I really get going on an idea, then my quill breaks. Or I spill ink all over my writing tunic.

Longing to excel, he had never even succeeded. He had been hampered by not knowing a number of things the average man took for granted; but he was hampered still more by knowing a number of other things the average man had never suspected.

When we are first learning to do anything, we ought to expect to make mistakes and we should see our mistakes as steps along the way to competence.

It takes guts to be married to someone who, in times of crisis, may be more available to strangers than to his or her own family. It takes determination to stay home alone at night, fortitude to go to a party by yourself, persistence to be both mother and father, and spunk to say what you really think. It might even take courage for you to read this book.

Mulder' she said gently. 'They don't want you involved. They don't want to hear your theories. That's why Section Chief Blevins has you hidden away down here in the basement.' Mulder didn't seem at all hurt by this. 'You're down here too,' he pointed out cheerfully. Scully slumped in her chair... Couldn't he ever take no for an answer?

About 10 percent of the time, after [a] patient has recovered … pain persists. It persists for months and oftentimes for years, and when that happens, it is its own disease.

I'll be riding rough horses when you are salted away in a box.

I may not have been the first to wish to marry her, but I am the one who succeeded.

Moreover, when there is rough ground to be covered, a glass of wine does not go amiss.

She gave a little scream. "You oughtn't to creep up on a person!" He smiled down at her. "You'll have to get used to me following you out of rooms. If you are determined to be exasperated with me, and I am determined to be with you, I shall probably become very familiar with your defiant back leading the way to a door." That was so foolish that she found herself nearly smiling.

Always there was change, there was no preventing it and no undoing it, either—and all arrangements were temporary. Everything changed except one's courage. But as long as that remained, a person—or even a city—could look ahead.

You may still be standing, dear,' it read, 'but the rest of us are on the fucking floor.

I wished that things had been different, but it was what it was. Sometimes you have to look at the hand you've been dealt and throw in