Quotes About Perseverance

When she broke on Earth, the light in her was not broken. We cannot break light, nor can we destroy it.

When the world as as knew it ended, we stood up again in the ruin, and found a way to keep walking through tears.

I grow tired of the heartache Of every small and large war Passed from generation To generation. But it is not in me to give up. I was taught to give honor to the house of the warriors Which cannot exist without the house of the peacemakers.

You have paid the cover charge thousands of times over with your lives and now you are afraid you can never get out.

We will keep going despite dark Or a madman in a white house dream.

Some will not see them. But some will see the horses with their hearts of sleeping volcanoes and will be rocked awake past their bodies to see who they have become.

Be who you are, even if it kills you. It will. Over and over again. Even as you live.

What a wild dilemma, how to make it to the stars on a highway slick with fear

I have no more land. I am driven away from home, driven up the red waters, let us all go, let us all die together and somewhere upon the banks we will be there.

Raw red cliffs that you stumbled down into your own shadow haven't kept you away, or soft red lights and strange electrical music that I play.

In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going And there's no way back to where we've been.

If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now. Forever will be a day like this Strung perfectly on the necklace of days.

I'm drawn to failure. I feel that I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.

When writing goes painfully, when it's hideously difficult, and one feels real despair (ah, the despair, silly as it is, is real!)–then naturally one ought to continue with the work; it would be cowardly to retreat. But when writing goes smoothly–why then one certainly should keep on working, since it would be stupid to stop. Consequently one is always writing or should be writing.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.

You don't have to understand why anything that has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains.

failure is a human condition, not victory over odds; for each Hellen Keller who triumphs, there are tens of millions who fail, mute and deaf and insensate as vegetables tossed upon a vast garbage pile to rot.

I can entertain the proposition that life is a metaphor for boxing-for one of those bouts that go on and on, round following round, jabs, missed punches, clinches, nothing determined, again the bell and again and you and your opponent so evenly matched it's impossible to see your opponent is you …

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.

The challenge is to resist circumstances. Any idiot can be happy in a happy place, but moral courage is required to be happy in a hellhole.

Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it.

Getting the first draft finished is like pushing a very dirty peanut across the floor with your nose.

What madness! Yet she would do it, if she could force herself. She'd become, she believed, a stronger person: a willful, resolute. Like the man who adored her, reckless.