Quotes About Perseverance

Turne, tot incassum fusos patiere labores et tua Dardaniis transcribi sceptra colonis?

Facilis descensus averno.

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on more bravely.

Durate, et vosmet rebus servate secundis.

Incepto Ne Desistam!

Quisque suos patimur manes.

If I cannot prevail upon heaven, I will stir up hell!

She belonged to a different age, but being so entire, so complete, would always stand up on the horizon, stone-white, eminent, like a lighthouse marking some past stage on this adventurous, long, long voyage, this interminable --- this interminable life.

The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you've struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.

Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.

Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre

It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.

I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me.

I am never stagnant; I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.

I exist only in the soles of my feet and in the tired muscles of my thighs. We have been walking for hours it seems. But where? I cannot remember.

Life for both sexes — and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement — is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.

I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.

I will achieve in my life - Heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock. I will enter.