Quotes About Perseverance

There were no more hurdles. Now all they had to do was walk, and see how far they could get.

I'm OK. Really. I can find people. I'll be all right.

Because it is so hard to keep the world going. There is always the temptation to abandon the effort altogether. For there is always the sowing and the harvesting, the building and the repairing, the falling down and the rising up again. Every day, everything has to be done all over again. In our world, it is always Monday morning.

Forse le cose stanno così per tutti: semplicemente tu sei più debole, oppure meno fortunato, o hai visto qualcosa che tutti loro non hanno notato. Hai visto quanto è lunga la strada che ti aspetta, spazzata dal vento o bruciata dal sole cocente o ricoperta di neve, polvere o bitume, ammantata di tenebre o luminosa e chiara da farti chiudere gli occhi: comunque, in ogni caso, è spaventosamente vuota.

Light is always more beautiful when it has to fight to be noticed, like sunlight fighting through the clouds after a rainstorm.

That's the trick- is just as soon as you have an idea in life, do it and act on it. [...] Cause I can't tell you how many video ideas I've had die on the vine because I gave myself too long to think about them, and then overthought them; because the more time you put between you and working on an idea you have, the more opportunities you're giving yourself, giving your shit brain, to talk yourself out of it.

Lore, if you wait for the right moment, you'll wait forever.

Did you ever have a dream? he asked. Something you wanted so badly and just when you think you're about to reach out and grabit, something else takes it away?

Practice makes perfect, But nothings perfect so why bother practicing?

Delete it. Start over.

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Sometimes I thought about nothing and sometimes I thought about my life. At least I made a living. What kind of living? A living. It wasn't easy. I found out how little is unbearable.

He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it. It was like living with an elephant. His room was tiny, and every morning he had to squeeze around the truth just to get to the bathroom. To reach the armoire to get a pair of underpants he had to crawl under the truth, praying it wouldn't choose that moment to sit on his face. At night, when he closed his eyes, he felt it looming above him.

A couple months after my heart attack, fifty-seven years after I'd given it up, I started to write again. I did it for myself alone, not for anyone else, and that was the difference. It didn't matter if I found the words, and more than that, I knew it would be impossible to find the right ones.

Sometimes I thought about nothing and sometimes I thought about my life. At least I made a living. What kind of living? A living. I lived. It wasn't easy. And yet. I found out how little is unbearable.

I found out how little is unbearable.

I danced the only way I knew how to dance: for life, crashing into the chairs, and spinning until I fell, so that I could get up and dance again, until dawn broke and found me prostrate on the floor, so close to death that I could spit into it and whisper: L'chaim.

I've just gone through so much in my life that pulling my top up just doesn't seem like that big of a deal.

go for what you want if it doesn't want you back, so be it, it doesn't deserve you

No one should ever allow himself to fall down in the belief that someone else will lift him to his feet because it will not happen; or if it does happen it will not prove to his advantage.

Everything has contributed to your greatness. You must do the rest.

I must not only keep alive, but I must be as strong as granite, so that no matter how much I was knocked about, I could remain unbroken.

As I stood in the room looking at it for the last time, I felt again the cold metal of the handcuffs on my wrists and remembered the physical suffering and mental anguish I had endured while fighting with all the willpower and intellect God had given me for that rare and elusive thing in a Communist country called justice.

What does not kill you will make you stronger.