Quotes About Perseverance

I'm not brave, I'm just not scared. There's a difference. Do you know what's brave? When you're scared to do something, but you do it anyway.

I worked half my life to be an overnight success, and still it took me by surprise.

For every two minutes of glamour, there are eight hours of hard work.

I just feel like I'm going through so many changes," I said to Johnny one night over scotch. "It's hard." "Nah, change is easy," he said. "Staying the same is a lot harder on you.

For the next two years, singing was the only time I didn't stutter. I sang for everything I wanted, like some Disney princess making a wish.

There's enough pressure keeping this perfect little creature alive. Just do the best you can, whatever your best is.

I can still bring into my body the joy I felt at seeing the first trillium of spring, which seemed to be telling me, "Never give up hope, spring will come.

This is why I prefer Queens to any other place. The borough of my parents and small business owners is populated by people who know how to work around the system when it tries to fuck you.

What does not kill you will make you stronger and more cynical.

Umut, inanç'a eÅŸlik eden ruh halidir. Umutluluk hali olmaks?z?n inanç ayakta duramaz, dayan?ks?z kal?r. Umut yaln?z ve yaln?z inanç temeli üzerinde durabilir.

a dificuldade da tarefa não deve ser razão para que nos abstenhamos de tentar conhecer-lhe os óbices, assim como as condições de sua realização

Der Mensch soll lernen, nur die Ochsen büffeln

Zum Selbstmord neige ich nicht, denn ich verspüre nichts von jenem Tatendrang, der andere nötigt, so lange mit dem Kopf gegen die Wand zu rennen, bis der Kopf nachgibt.

If life has hit out at you, and you weren't prepared for it, a little housefly has only to cough and it will knock you flat

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me. -All Quiet On The Western Front, Chapter 12

Ligh doesn't shine in the light; it shines in the dark.

Our damnable memory is a sieve. It wants to survive. And survival is only possible through forgetfulness.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out.

We thought to build us houses, we desired gardens with terraces, for we wanted to look out upon the sea and to feel the wind, but we did not think that a house needs foundations. We are like those abandoned fields full of shell holes in France, no less peaceful than the other ploughed lands about them, but in them are lying still the buried explosives, and until these shall have been dug out and cleared away, to plough will be a danger both to plougher and ploughed.

We don't act like that because we are in good humor; we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces.

Strange to say, Behm was one of the first to fall. He got hit in the eye during an attack, and we left him lying for dead. We couldn't bring him with us, because we had to come back helter-skelter. In the afternoon suddenly we heard him call, and saw him crawling about in No Man's Land. He had only been knocked unconscious. Because he could not see, and was mad with pain, he failed to keep under cover, and so was shot down

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are a thin skin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscles any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

It is the second night," he said. "The dangerous night. The charm of the unknown is gone and the charm of familiarity has not yet come. We'll survive it.