Quotes About Perseverance

To be brave among friends was nothing. To have the world against you and pick your path regardless–there is courage.

He shook his head as he peered down at the corpses. "Some courage, to come at us like this, over and over, against defences so strong and so well manned. I've rarely seen men so willing to give their lives." "They have that most strange and dangerous of qualities," said Cosca. "They think they're in the right.

The world is a grey place. A place of half-truths. Of half-wrongs and half-rights. Yet there are things worth fighting for, and they must be pursued with all our vigour and commitment. Half-measures achieve nothing.' 'What

Some men you stick to right off. But it's those that take time to stick that stick longest.

Enough pain makes a coward of anyone.

hope's like damp – however much you try to keep it out there's always a little gets in.

But then, if you leave it long enough, what doesn't end badly?

Ningún camino digno de recorrer es fácil —repuso el padre Yarvi—. Cada uno de vosotros tiene puntos fuertes de los que el otro carece, puntos débiles que el otro compensa. Es algo hermoso, y muy excepcional, encontrar a alguien que… —Miró con gravedad las ramas que se movían sobre ellos, como si pensara en algo muy distante y doloroso—. Que te complete.

have often said that life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

But easy is for the dead,

A great leader must share the hardships of his followers, of his soldiers, of his subjects. That is how he wins their respect. Great leaders do not complain. Not ever.

It was a bad day for men, all in all, and a good one for the ground. Always the way, after a battle. Only the ground wins.

And he realized then that he had not lost all those times in the training square because he lacked the skill, or the strength, or even a hand. He had lacked the will. And somewhere on the South Wind, somewhere in the trackless ice, somewhere in this ancient ruin, he had found it.

Suffering is what gives a man strength, my boy, just as the steel most hammered turns out the hardest." The old man winced as he squatted down beside Jezal. "Anyone can face ease and success with confidence. It is the way we face trouble and misfortune that defines us.

He flowed up to the first wall, slid one leg over it, silent as a mouse. He lifted himself up, smooth as butter, keeping quiet, keeping low. His back foot caught on a set of loose stones, dragged them scraping with him. He grabbed at them, fumbled them, knocked over even more with his elbow and they clattered down loud around him. He stumbled onto his weak ankle, twisted it, squawked with pain, fell over and rolled through a patch of thistles.

All things considered, and well against the run of luck, he reckoned he'd come out alright. Might be he'd lost an eye down here in Styria. Might be he was leaving no richer than when he'd stepped off the boat. But he was a better man, of that he'd no doubt. A wiser man. Used to be he was his own worst enemy. Now he was everyone else's.

But then, you reach a certain age, everything hurts.

A man who'd lasted past his time. A man dragged back for one fight too many. But then, one is one too many.

No debería haberse permitido albergar ilusiones, pero las esperanzas son como las malas hierbas, que siguen apareciendo por muchas veces que las desbroces.

Say one thing for Logen Ninefingers...

I am ready to die, but I refuse to lose.

Pardon me,' said Glokta, wiping his running eye with a finger, 'but I spent two years in the Emperor's prisons. I daresay, if I had known I'd be there half that long at the start, I would have made a more concerted effort to kill myself.

Well don't just hit 'em, you lazy bastards!" he shouted in a broken voice. "Pull 'em!

Nothing was easy with people, but she could always count on herself to make things more difficult than they had to be.