Quotes About Perseverance

Laurie Halse Anderson

I don't know anything. My trees suck.

Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much.

scars may look stronger than unwounded skin, but they're not once broken, we're hurt again, or worse

The only way to achieve freedom is to fight for it.

tried to reach the cake plate. My fingers fell just short. If I stretched all the way across the table, the seam under my arm would split open. Jeannine saw my dilemma, picked up the plate, and passed it in the opposite direction to her mother.

Quote from Ashes-pg. 39 Don't let the hardness of the world steal the softness of your heart. The greatest strength of all is daring to love.

It's harder to take a punch than to give one.

To be the best, you have to give everything all the time, then you have to give some more...

This is life with your head inside the jaws of the beast.

She got too tired and went to sleep. Somehow, I dragged myself out of the dark and asked for help.

Laurie Halse Anderson

You been too strong," she said firmly. "I know about that. Strong starts out being the right thing. Your hands grow strong enough for your work. Your back strengthens under your burdens. Soon your mind becomes strongest of all; has to be to get through the hard days. " - Serafina Ashes: Seeds of America - Laurie Halse Anderson

But if you survived melancholia and rotting lungs it was possible to live long in this valley.

Other than that, employ this rule: A book gets fifty pages. If you aren't dying to get back to it the next day, move on over to the next one.

Once I had been jerked back to reality, like I was in a log on Splash Mountain and someone quickly applied the brakes, I knew this had been a terrible choice, but I was in it now. There was no getting out; there was no abandoning the mission.

Because we are superwomen. Because it's how we are. We're high, we're sleep deprived, and we're still doing all the shit. If my husband doesn't get his full eight hours, he'll mention it the whole next day, as if he spent the dark time keeping flesh-eating zombies from gaining entry to our house. Not middle-aged women. They get up from a bed they've never slept in, put on an underwire and some mascara, and do it all over again. And no one knows.

Love was the thing that kept a person going past exhaustion, beyond reason, after hope was at its end. Grit

When the choice came down to tears, strong drink, or potatoes, one chooses potatoes. She

if she was finished.

When things broke down, one kept moving, for to stop was to signal the end. To complain was to waste breath. To fuss was a luxury.

Novels are written—as life is lived—One Day At A Time.

And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

So many changes, eating away at the world like water dripping on a rock.