Quotes About Perseverance

Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.

I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true – hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

You had to run with a night like this, so the sadness could not hurt.

But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.

What should I do? Throw up in your typewriter every morning. Yeah. Clean up every noon.

if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore

If you read fast and read all, maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve.

I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

The other six or seven drafts are going to be pure torture. So why not enjoy the first draft, in the hope that your joy will seek and find others in the world who, reading your story, will catch fire, too?

With nothing trembles. To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.

No to write, for many of us, is to die.

I've written about 2,000 short stories; I've only published 300 and I feel I'm still learning. Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as a writer. Ray Bradbury, 1967 interview (Doing the Math - that means for every story he sold, he wrote six un-publishable ones. Keep typing!)

The things you are looking for, Montag, are in the world but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know Im drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe

Ten years of doing everything wrong suddenly became the right idea, the right scene, the right characters, the right day, the right creative time.

And when the war's over, someday, some year, the books can be written again, the people will be called in, one by one, to recite what they know and we'll set it up in type until another Dark Age, when we might have to do the whole damn thing over again. But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth doing.

We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle can not be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.

You don't stay for nothing.

Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.

He almost turned back to make the walk again, to give her time to appear. He was certain if he tried the same route, everything would work out fine.

But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.

She went away, and the fireflies, on their electric circuits, fluttered after her like an errant constellation, showing her how to walk in darkness. I heard her say, faintly, We've got to try, anyway.

Come on, get up, get up, you can't just sit! But he was still crying and that had to be finished.

Second, writing is survival. Any art, any good work, of course, is that.