Quotes About Perseverance

I ought to, and probably shall, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head. And yet I cannot continue in this condition! I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat!

Don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

Ognuno di noi ha dovuto cominciare, incespicando e barcollando sulla soglia, e se i nostri insegnanti ci avessero scherniti anziché aiutarci, continueremmo ancora oggi a incespicare e a barcollare.

remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

Together they would brave satan and all his legions.

I might as well have struggled with a bear or reasoned with a lunatic.

I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body ... not exactly from living among the hills, and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end: but I have undergone sharp discipline which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy.

and then, instead of lamenting past calamities we might all cheerfully set to work to remedy them; and the greater the difficulties, the harder our present privations, the greater should be our cheerfulness to endure the latter, and our vigour to contend against the former.

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

Professor, you are very hard on that young Canadian girl! Hard? The Professor shrugged, spread his palms. Art - the girl has 'makings.' It takes red-hot fury to dig 'em up. If I'm harsh it's for her own good. More often than not worth while things hurt. Art's worth while.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

A wounded dear leaps the highest

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies. The heroism we recite Would be a daily thing, Did not ourselves the cubits warp For fear to be a king.

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more—

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind— As if my Brain had split— I tried to match it—Seam by Seam— But could not make it fit. The thought behind, I strove to join Unto the thought before— But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls—upon a Floor.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

We grow accustomed to the dark when light is put away--

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies