Quotes About Perseverance

The man who says it cannot be done should not disturb the one who is doing it.

What instinct makes one person hold on through intolerable stress, where so many others would panic, freeze, or give up?

So here we were, fifty men and fifty women, with IQs over 150 and bodies of unusual health and strength, slogging elitely through the mud and slush of central Missouri, reflecting on the usefulness of our skill in building bridges on worlds where the only fluid is an occasional standing pool of liquid helium.

Don't waste any time mourning—organize!

It's like in the Bible.You can't always get what you want, but if you really need something, you usually find it." "What part of the Bible is that from?" Ig asked her. "The Gospel of Keith Richards?

It goes against the American storytelling grain to have someone in a situation he can't get out of, but I think this is very usual in life

If you were going to live in hell on earth, there was something to be said for being one of the devils.

Don't waste time mourning. Organize

Talking to her now was like flailing his hands at a storm of hornets. It did nothing, and it stung, and yet he couldn't stop himself.

I am always with you. Love never burns away. It just keeps on and on.

Oh, now don't act like the idea is so terrible. When you come down to it, what could be more romantic than a few hours of scrambling around in a cold, dripping hole known for occasionally flooding and drowning people?

Basically, it comes down do this: You can live life as a cripple or a coward. What happens now is up to you.

If you Google "How do I write a book?" you'll get a million hits, but here's the dirty secret: It's just math. It's not even hard math—it's first-grade addition. Write three pages a day, every day. In a hundred days, you'll have three hundred pages. Type "The End." Done.

What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

Out of the frying pan and into the Fireman.

Finish the book. Finish the book, regardless of how bad it is. You can make it better in a rewrite.

She bought tennis rackets, didn't know if Wayne knew how to play. It had been so long for herself that she couldn't even remember how to score. She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.

She banged the stick against the side of the pipe, drew it back, and lanced it at the porcupine. "I'll be a candle right up your ass, you don't keep waddling, fat boy," she half sang, half choked. He

Harper had had enough of the porcupine and enough of the drainage pipe. She scooped the stick right under his rear end and shoved him along ahead of her. She felt this had the makings of a new Olympic sport: porcupine curling. The

Don't give up on yourself. The dead win when you quit singing and let them take you on down the road with them.

Sometimes Wayne felt that the world had been sliding apart beneath his feet for years. He was still waiting for it to pull him down, to bury him at last.

People have pretty rubbery brains. They can take quite a bit of bouncing around. Come on. Band-Aids and tea. And answers. They're all right this way.

Most human lives were and are too short. Most people have lived out their days hungry and barefoot, on the run from this war and that famine, a plague here and a flood there. But people have to sing anyway. Even a baby that hasn't been fed in days will stop crying and look around when they hear someone singing in joy. You sing and it's like giving a thirsty person water. It's a kindness. It makes you shine.

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