Quotes About Perseverance

Now all I see is someone who's too afraid to get back out there. Everyone around you is going to give you a gentle push now and then, but never hard enough because they don't want to upset Poor Violet. You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

At times such as this, it becomes more important for art to survive.

I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.

If none of us ever fell short, or put a foot astray, everything would be good in this great world, but we stumble and fall, every one. We must deal with what we have. - Cadfael, Pg. 245-6

Things become very simple when you have no choice, when there's nothing left for you but to endure as long as you can, and survive if you can.

Don't interrupt a man when he's giving himself hell.

What you'll have to do now is ride the rap, as they say. It's all anybody has to do.

If you throw me out of this house, I shall sleep on the path outside. If you return to the Continent without me, I shall follow you. I will build a willow hut at your gate; I will sleep under your window; I will be waiting for you at your own front door.

There, there, she said. Don't take it so hard, Dee. Wars don't last forever. I know. I can remember...

Laurel for you—can you stay on?

Believe that God is strong enough to save your children, no matter how you fail.

We need days of failure because they help humble us, and through them we can see how God's grace is poured out on the humble.

I keep on fighting as long as my opponent can make a mistake.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.

It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

Here, on a human face, appeared all the ruin following upon hopeless labour. Laveuve's unkempt beard straggled over his features, suggesting an old horse that is no longer cropped; his toothless jaws were quite askew, his eyes were vitreous, and his nose seemed to plunge into his mouth. But above all else one noticed his resemblance to some beast of burden, deformed by hard toil, lamed, worn to death, and now only good for the knackers.

On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilometres of cobblestones running straight as a die across the bare plain between fields of beet.

Ne doutez pas de moi, laissez-moi la force de me vaincre.

The ground was shaking beneath their feet and they clung to the resolutions they had made in calmer moments, to avoid plunging into the abyss.

Quand je pense, dit Sandoz, que ces petits fignoleurs de l'École et du journalisme l'ont accusé de paresse et d'ignorance, en répétant les uns à la suite des autres qu'il avait toujours refusé d'apprendre son métier ! (...) Jamais ils ne comprendront que ce qu'on apporte, lorsqu'on a la gloire d'apporter quelque chose, déforme ce qu'on apprend.

Et maintenant, que veux-tu que je fasse, si tu emportes toute ma vie ?