Quotes About Perseverance

I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?

I was in a race to see if I would die from the outside in or the inside out.

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so. But what was one more beating? A flogging, even? I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could no longer harm Ruth, and she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her. This was a new notion to me and a curious one.

Once upon a time there was an eighteen-year-old girl who dragged her butt out of bed and hauled it all the way to school on a sunny day in May.

This camp is a forge for the army; it's testing our mettle. Instead of heat and hammer, our trials are cold and hunger. Question is, what are we made of?

The time has come to arm-wrestle some demons.

They said I had to get fatter. I told them my goal was 080.00 and if they wanted my respect, they'd better stop lying to me. When my brain started working again, I checked their math. Someone had made a mistake because they didn't figure in the snakes in my head and the thick shadows hiding inside the cage of my ribs.

My only choice was to fight my way out, even if I didn't think I would make it.

Most life is spent doing things we don't want to do.

It's always there—fear—and if you don't stay on top of it, you'll drown.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

Life was a battle, and Mother a tired and bitter captain

Well... It might be a little broken.' 'A little broken is still broken,' I pointed out. 'But fixable.

I wake up breathing dirt. I cough and spit out the pebbles in my mouth, but when I inhale again, wet clots of clay fill my lungs.

His Excellency today appealed to the Officers of this Army to consider themselves as a band of brothers cemented by the justice of a common cause. -General Orders of George Washington, Valley Forge

Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart.

Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to Art.

Laurie Halse Anderson

Welcome to the only class that will teach you to how to survive" Welcome to Art.

am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. The tiny elf dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

It's amazing any thing survives.

I've got a cake rising," Eliza said. "I'm not leaving that for any man

Não existe cura mágica, nem como fazer tudo desaparecer para sempre. Existem apenas pequenos passos adiante; um dia mais fácil, uma risada inesperada, um espelho que não importa mais.

Never underestimate dainty little ladies.