Quotes About Perseverance

Identity is not inherent. It is shaped by circumstance and sensitivity and resistance to self-pity.

Failure? I never encountered it. All I ever met were temporary setbacks.

All true wisdom is only to be found far from the dwellings of men, in the great solitudes; and it can only be obtained through suffering. Suffering and privation are the only things that can open the mind of man to that which is hidden from his fellows.' That

The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks.

The first ten million years were the worst, said Marvin, and the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline.

Dennis Hutch had stepped up into the top seat when its founder had died of a lethal overdose of brick wall, taken while under the influence of a Ferrari and a bottle of tequila.

We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.

Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in, as Arthur Dent could testify, having been lost in both time and space a good deal. At least being lost in space kept you busy.

The longest and most destructive party ever held is now into its fourth generation and still no one shows any signs of leaving. Somebody did once look at his watch, but that was eleven years ago now, and there has been no follow up.

Zaphod Beeblebrox crawled bravely along a tunnel, like the hell of a guy he was. He was very confused, but he continued crawling doggedly anyway because he was that brave.

The fact is, I don't know where my ideas come from. Nor does any writer. The only real answer is to drink way too much coffee and buy yourself a desk that doesn't collapse when you beat your head against it.

I have terrible periods of lack of confidence. I just don't believe I can do it and no evidence to the contrary will sway me from that view.

There is an art, it says, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

the rest of you... keep banging the rocks together

Same as you, Arthur. I hitched a ride. After all, with a degree in maths and another in astrophysics it was either that or back to the dole queue on Monday. Sorry I missed the Wednesday lunch date, but I was in a black hole all morning.

Arthur had almost given up. That is to say, he was not going to give up. He was absolutely not going to give up. Not now. Not ever. But if he had been the sort of person who was going to give up, this was probably the time he would have done it.

Luckily, he went on, you have come to exactly the right place with your interesting problem, for there is no such word as 'impossible' in my dictionary. In fact, he added, brandishing the abused book, everything between 'herring' and 'marmalade' appears to be missing.

Flying is learning to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

I will understand perfectly if you don't want to answer, but I will just keep pestering you until you do.

The The knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

Ese es el problema con los chiflados: se les ocurre una gran idea que funciona de verdad y luego esperan que les financies durante años mientras ellos se dedican a estudiar la topografía de su ombligo.

Arthur didn't notice that the men were running from the bulldozers; he didn't notice that Mr. Prosser was staring hectically into the sky. What Mr. Prosser had noticed was that huge yellow somethings were screaming through the clouds. Impossibly huge yellow somethings. "And I will carry on jumping on them," yelled Arthur, still running, "until I get blisters, or I can think of anything even more unpleasant to do, and then …

Never mind," said Ford. "Rome wasn't burned in a day.