Quotes About Perseverance

As sure as the sun will shineI'm going to get it, what's mineAnd then the harder they comeThe harder they fall,One and all.

Rather than viewing a brief relapse back to inactivity as a failure, treat it as a challenge and try to get back on track as soon as possible.

I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

Poverty was the greatest motivating factor in my life.

Even though many times the passions in the marriage have faded at this point because of the problems that have existed, that doesn't matter. Don't let your feelings dictate your actions. Do the right thing, and the passions of your marriage will return.

Don't Keep reaching for the stars because you'll just look like an idiot stretching that way for no reason

I went and bought a half ounce of cocaine and, in one week, assembled the entire Live Rust album and movie soundtrack. In a week. Y'know, it's not the drugs, it's the attitude that goes with 'em. - David Briggs

It's the process of making-do, of the life I've lived between breakdowns and break-ups, that has made life worth living. I could not bear a life with everything perfect.

So clear off the streets when the sun goes down because darkness has always been hers, it's where she's lived all her life and she can see in the dark, cry in the dark, eat and love and hurt in the dark, it's hers and it's all we gave her, so when she catches us there in it, she doesn't give a shit who we are, what color we are, she'll bring it to us, make us feel a little of the darkness she's felt and lived in all her life.

If you want to live, you must walk. If you want to live long, you must run.

T)here are worse things than falling on your face right out of college...Like instant, unearned success. Like getting your first novel accepted by the first publisher you send it to. Like getting your first rejection slip at the age of thirty-five.

And as old Thomas Jefferson said, 'Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who do not.' I hate to plow.

For months, Gómez Pérez Comacho and his family survived aboard the hobbyhorsing, rat-infested vessel dubbed a "flying pig" because of her rotund shape. Comacho thought of her as a fat pig. With her round belly engorged with over two tons of cargo, and a forty-foot draft, the galleon was a nightmare to navigate.

My clawed fingers lost all feeling after the first quarter-mile as I clung to anything within reach, and my right foot was numb from stomping an imaginary brake pedal.

Bad news isn't wine. It doesn't improve with age.— Colin Powell

Devil a bit. My wife's alive.

toward the fire. Above the

I didn't miss training because it had become so painful for me. I filled the void pretty quickly as I went straight into coaching and it was great I had to start learning all over again, and then when I went into TV I knew nothing about it so I had to start from the very beginning.

You might just be able to make it, Alex," he whispered, to give her strength. "And you might just be able to stop me," she said, returning it.

What happens when you finally decide to tell the truth and no one listens?

Maybe that's what being real friends are all about - putting up with the hard lessons - both taught and learned together.

I get up slowly, quietly, and creep to the bathroom. I turn the water on full and step in without waiting for the hot to kick in. The tub is cold against my skin. I reach for the soap and a washcloth and rub myself all over. Hard. I scrub and scrub until the water warms up and rises over my ankles, my shins, my knees. I scrub until my skin feels raw and the water is so hot it stings against my skin.

She knew she should be grateful to have a job at all. It took her two years of subbing before she finally landed this one. She couldn't risk losing it. She turned the handle slowly, pushed the door forward as if it was a giant boulder blocking the opening to a dark cave. She felt, for a moment, like Polyphemus returning to a cave of sheep. It wasn't the first time she felt like a monster.

In most sports, your brain and your body will cooperate... But in rock climbing, it is the other way around. Your brain doesn't see the point in climbing upwards. Your brain will tell you to keep as low as possible, to cling to the wall and not get any higher. You have to have your brain persuading your body to do the right movements.