Quotes About Perseverance

Broken hearts heal with time, but broken teeth never do. Glokta

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. "Shit," he grunted,

You will be struck, and when you are the force of it must not stagger you, the pain of it must not slow you, the shock of it must not cause you to doubt.

I find hope is best abandoned early,' muttered Temple.

If there is one thing I have learned in all my many last stands, it is that death is never certain, only… extremely likely.

Patience is the parent of success.

No soy un guerrero. —Sí que lo eres. —Un guerrero no se asusta. —Un necio no se asusta. Un guerrero resiste a pesar del miedo, y tú has resistido.

Nem lett volna szabad reménykednie, de a remények olyanok, akár a gyom: mindegy, milyen gyakran tépi ki az ember, mindig újra kihajtanak.

But I never stop trying. Doing better next time, after all, that's what life is.

The Fates knew, she could have used some comfort. But some people need to be held up. Which means some people need to do the holding.

Hate us if you like. We're used to it. No one likes to shake hands with the man who empties the latrine pit either, but pits have to be emptied all the same. Otherwise, the world fills up with shit.

I've made peace with myself." "Good for you. That's the hardest war of all to win." "Didn't say I won. Just stopped fighting.

And then he realised then that he had not lost all those times in the training square because he had lacked the skill, or the strength, or even a hand. He had lacked the will.

This wasn't fantasies, it was life. And life had a habit of kicking her in the cunt. But

It can be a fearsome weapon, patience. One that few men ever learn to use. A

I have spent half my life in the business of destruction. The other half in the dogged pursuit of self-destruction.

but in the end Logen had earned their trust, and their respect, and their friendship even. Small gestures and a lot of time, that was how he'd done it. "Patience is the chief of virtues," his father used to say, and "you won't cross the mountains in a day." Time might be against them, but there was nothing to be gained by rushing. You have to be realistic about these things.

Everything frightens me, and it's well that it does. Fear is a good friend to the hunted, it's kept me alive this long. The dead are fearless, and I don't care to join them.

But we must work with the tools we have, as Savine's father had been so fond of saying.

There aren't many wounds that ever heal all the way, and there are some that hurt more with every day that passes.

But then getting warriors to fight has always been easy. It's stopping the bastards that's the tougher trick.

It wasn't easy. But if changing the world was easy, everyone would be at it.

No reason to let the edge grow dull, simply because I have run out of enemies. New enemies will present themselves, before too long.

Suffering is what gives a man strength, my boy, just as the steel most hammered turns out the hardest.