Quotes About Perseverance

You're excuses are so lame they're limping...

There could be pockets of normal even in the middle of the awful.

It doesn't matter how long it takes. She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. It's how long it lasts.

Some days, the music is not in tune, but it's always a song worth singing. That's the best description of a good marriage I've ever heard...

You can fix a bad page. You can't fix a blank one.

Love shouldn't be hard." "There I think you're wrong. I think it should be the hardest thing there is, then it's not so easily given away, or taken away, or just lost.

He matters to me, too. I know he does. He didn't. Phillip pulled out his hammer to nail the laps. Not as much as he did to you. Not enough. It's different now. I know that, too. For the next few minutes they worked in tandem, without words. You stood up for him anyway, Cam added when the plank was in place. Even when he didn't matter enough. I did it for Dad. We all did it for Dad. Now we're doing it for Seth.

everyone knows that while we have to go on, we can never, should never, forget.

He pulled himself out of hard times, dealt with the scars from it, pushed himself to make a mark. A little bit of the wild side there, always. I told myself, oh no, I won't get tangled up with this one. And I said it again, even when I was tangled up.

Hand me a shovel, he thought. I'm getting tired of digging this hole for myself with my bare hands. -Ben

It's the heart that gets us through the hard times, and gives us joy.

Continuity, he thought, wasn't the same as stagnation.

You don't want to wait for Owen? Ryder just sneered at him. Afraid of a little sweat, sweetheart? Sunstroke maybe. Find your balls, and let's go get it done.

She stepped closer to the edge to watch the waves beat against rock. She felt that way, she mused. Battered by forces that were beyond her control, lapped in a violent, endless war with no choice but to stand.

not enough might be worse than not at all

Bring her back,hell,Grant thought, dragging a hand through his hair. He'd beg,plead,grovel, whatever it took to make her give him another chance. It was her fault, he decided with a quick switch back to fury. Her fault, that he was acting like a maniac. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in over two weeks.And the solitude he'd always prized was threatening to smother him.If he didn't find her soon, he'd lose what was left of his mind.

Bridges are burned, Iona reminded herself, for the chance to build new ones. Wherever they led--and they'd already brought her closer to who she was than any of the ones before.

Seraphina had found nothing but an end, she thought, a horribly easy end to pain. Her own wouldn't be easy, because she would have to live with it. Live without Michael. And finally accept that she would live without her dream.

if you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer's always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

Some people expect things to fall into their lap. Oh, they might work a bit for it. I'll just shake this tree, and if I shake it long enough that pretty red apple will plop right into my hand. Never occurs to them that they might have to climb the damn tree, fall out a couple times, get some scrapes and bruises before they get to that apple. Because if the apple's worth wanting, it's worth risking a broken neck.

Hard isn't hard if you've got a strong back and a purpose.

It's a pretty big deal, not being dead, and I wanted to stay that way.

Rule number one was confidence. Rule number two was tenacity.

If you take your time about things, you end up with the best at the end of the day. He buried his face in her hair, wanting the scent and the texture. Now, I've got the best. Good, solid stoneware.