Quotes About Perseverance

La esperanza es esa cosa con plumas que se posa en el alma y canta sin parar.

I many times thought peace had come, When peace was far away; As wrecked men deem they sight the land At centre of the sea, And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I, How many the fictitious shores Before the harbor lie.

We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.

To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed.

Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul --

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills!

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Require sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear.

And then a Plank in Reason, broke/And I dropped down, and down

Bind me-I still can sing- Banish-my mandolin Strikes true within- Slay-and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise- Still thine.

Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled -- he did not fall -- Impaled him on her fiercest stakes -- He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm advance, But, when her worst was done, And he, unmoved, regarded her, Acknowledge him a man.

And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. Defeat means nothing but defeat, No drearier can prevail!

It's a great thing to be great, Loo, and you and I might tug for a life, and never accomplish it, but no one can stop our looking on, and you know some cannot sing, but the orchard is full of birds, and we all can listen. What if we learn, ourselves, some day!

Dich hab ich nicht erreicht- Doch nähert Tag für Tag Sich dir mein Fuß Drei Flüsse noch und ein Berg Ich überqueren muss. Noch Eine Wüste, noch ein Meer, Die Reise aber zähl ich nicht, Wenn ich dann vor Dir steh. Wir schreiten leicht, wie Schnee wir stehen, die Wasser murmeln leis. Flüsse, Wüsten, Berg und Meer sind von uns durchlaufen. Doch Tod entreißt mir meinen Preis, Dich schauend, er gewinnt.

I read my sentence - steadily . . .

I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much.

Superiority to fate Is difficult to learn. 'Tis not conferred by any, But possible to earn A pittance at a time, Until, to her surprise, The soul with strict economy Subsists till Paradise.

The will is always near, dear, though the feet vary.

Emerging from an Abyss and entering it again—that is Life, is it not?

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's A clock stopped -- not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; The shopman importunes it, While cool, concernless No Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him.

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 –

Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it.

Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!

If your never deny you, go above your nerve.