Quotes About Perseverance

My head cleared, and suddenly I had heart to fight again, to ignore pain and damage, to fight! I swear I saw myself, face purpled from strangling, the rich blood streaming and soaking and the smell so maddening.

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Tell him to turn away from death and choose life. Choose struggle and toil and pain and lovely, lovely life.

Work, the old people say, keeps a man young. But perhaps that is something old folk say just because they know they must go on working.

Jsme tady, Fitzi, ty a já, abychom zmÄ›nili budoucnost svÄ›ta. Abychom hmátli a podrželi na místÄ› ten malinký oblázek, který by mohl uvolnit padající balvany.

Everyone thinks that courage is about facing death without flinching. But almost anyone can do that. Almost anyone can hold their breath and not scream for as long as it takes to die. True courage is facing life without flinching. I don't mean the times when the right path is hard, but glorious at the end. I'm talking about enduring the boredom, and the messiness, and the inconvenience of doing what is right.

True courage is facing life without flinching. I don't mean the times when the right path is hard, but glorious at the end. I'm talking about enduring the boredom, and the messiness, and the inconvenience of doing what is right.

True courage is facing life without flinching. I don't mean the times when the right path is hard, but glorious at the end. I'm talking about enduring the boredom, and the messiness, and the inconvenience of doing what is right.' She

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To finally confront the worst there is, to look it squarely in the face and say, "I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still I live. And I will go on living.

One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.

when all the things in my life seem to collide and contradict each other, I pick one set of facts and believe those, no matter what." I lifted my eyes and met his as I asked him, "Do you blame me?

Cold isn't so bad. Cold can only kill you if you stand still. Just keep moving.

I went from the practice courts still bearing every problem that I had brought there with me, but buoyed with the idea that perhaps I possessed the wherewithal to face them.

It's not enough to refrain from evil, Trell. People have to attempt to do right, even if they believe they cannot succeed." "Even when it's stupid to try?" he asked with savage sarcasm. "Especially then," she replied sweetly. "That's how it's done, Trell. You break your heart against this stony world. You fling yourself at it, on the side of good, and you do not ask the cost. That's how you do it.

The Outislanders have a word for that courage. Finblead, they call it, the last blood, and they believe that a special fortitude resides in the final blood that remains in any person before they fall. According to tales, only then can one find and use that sort of courage.

The years have come and gone in their scores of turnings, and night after night I still take pen in hand and write. Still I strive to understand who I am. Still I promise myself, 'Next time I will do better' in the all-too-human conceit that I will always be offered a 'next time'.

I know you think it slatternly, the way I am with men. But once you have been forced, it is … different. Ever after. I say to myself, well, I know that it can happen to me at any time. So this way, at least I decide with whom and when. There will never be children for me, and hence there will never be a permanent man. So why should not I take my pick of what I can have?

go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.

Accept the discipline, live up to the task.

Hope, dashed too often, becomes the enemy. I heard her words and they did not make my heart leap with gladness. Instead I felt hot anger.

One can ignore pain. But when the body invokes weakness, determination is useless.

The fight isn't over until you win it, Fitz. That's all you have to remember. No matter what the other man thinks. Or the horse.

To confront finally the worst there is, to look it squarely in the face and say, 'I know you. You have hurt me, almost to death, but still, I live. And I will go on living.