Quotes About Perseverance

At some point, though, I gritted my teeth—literally—and told myself that was no way to approach life. I had to stop panicking. If I didn't calm down and believe in myself, at least a little bit, how could anyone else?

Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

Nada es perfecto nunca [...]. Lo que cuenta es lo que tú haces.

Parenting can be a real drain, even when sharing the misery with a spouse. Alone it was hard as fuck.

Sometimes you get the bead. Sometimes the bear get you. - Coach Carr

I needed to have a thick skin.

Luck is buying a lottery ticket along with your Yoo-hoo and striking it rich. Nothing about my life is lucky- it is all about hard work, it is all uphill struggle.

I trudged down Golden Road in the dark, slipping leaflets under doors, still furious and embarrassed. The gang had felt sorry for me for having to go home. Sunny's mother after all, had laughed and simply asked her daughter if she had a jacket! I felt like such an overprotected dork. Still, I had to admit I was tired. My knees were shaking with weariness. By the time I finally reached Golden Pines, I'd almost started to be grateful to Mom for being such a worrywart.

Oh, how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me, I'd still have two of the same to live.

Those the brownies will not help, must learn to help themselves

I see the light at the end of the candle.

A fast didn't go fast; it was the slowest thing there was. Fast meant a door shut fast, firmly. A fastness, a fortress. To fast was to hold fast to emptiness, to say no and no and no again.

I don't know why hurting means getting better.

But no, I used all my brave up.

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.

Was that hard-hearted? Well, so what if it was. She'd been through enough to harden anyone. It was none of her choosing; all she'd done was clung on to her life like a spar from a shipwreck. Better to be hardened than crushed to nothing.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in.

The worn soles of Daffy's boots skidded on the icy stones. He'd been saving up for a new pair for Christmas, but then he'd come across an encyclopaedia in ten volumes, going cheap. Boots might last ten years, at best, but knowledge was eternal.

Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.

It was easy to lose a part of your body, it seemed to her; there were so many ways, it was a wonder anybody reached their death intact.

Sometimes Artt wishes he'd never set eyes on either of these stupid men; had set out alone in search of his island. Could he have managed the voyage on his own? It might have been better to make the attempt, and die trying.

My job wasn't to cure all Ita Noonan's ills but to bring her safe through this particular calamity, I reminded myself, to push her little boat back into the current of what I imagined to be her barely bearable life.

It was only a path through the woods, I told myself. Tangled and faint and looping but a path just the same, and didn't every path have an end?