Quotes About Perseverance

Rapp took his pathetic self-absorbed emotion and shoved it as far down in his gut as it would go, and he plugged it with the first and only thing he had available—anger. That anger slowly metastasized into a suit of armor. For the first time since the news had hit him, he saw a way out. A faint light at the far end of the cavern. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he had to head toward it. It was the only thing that offered him hope.

He hesitated for a split second, then told himself not to think. "I'd rather go down swinging," he muttered as he shut the door. If he survived this little ordeal he'd have to ask Lewis if talking to yourself was a symptom of losing your mind.

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run. Never look back, and avoid the whole mess. Let

into submission. No more punches. Before

Rapp didn't know a lot about love, but he knew a lot about commitment and loyalty, and in his mind one of the worst things you could do is run away from your partner. People who really love each other stay and work it out. They don't run.

the old Vince Lombardi school of "Show me a good loser, and I'll show you a loser," Warch couldn't stand the thought

door and said, "Let's get that thing open, and then

Nelson DeMille's

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Sometimes there's no way to win. The only thing you can do is manage your losses.

and retrieved a

Rickman wouldn't let something as trivial as death stop him.

death by a thousand cuts to be drawn out over a period of years not months.

Jack, what do you think?

The main thing in life is survival. And survival is not just staying alive. It is also a constant effort to grow and to learn and to work.

Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.

Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito

Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.

Facilis descensus Averni: noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras. hoc opus, hic labor est.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.

It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.

For they conquer who believe they can.