Quotes About Perseverance

In a day, when you don't come across any problems - you can be sure that you are travelling in a wrong path

Arise, awake, stop not till the goal is reached.

Your best is good enough.

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

Years of secret suffering had taught me superhuman self-control.

His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.

and finally there was the sleepless night when i decided to explore and fight the foul, the inadmissible abyss, devoting all my twisted life to this one task. today i'm sixty-one. waxwings are berry-pecking. a cicada sings.

His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence.

He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.

I would fight of course. Oh, I would fight. Better destroy everything than surrender her.

I am an actor, living generally on air, but I have always elastic hopes for the future; they may be stretched indefinitely, such hopes, without bursting

All one could do was to glimpse, amid the haze and the chimeras, something real ahead, just as persons endowed with an unusual persistence of diurnal cerebration are able to perceive in their deepest sleep, somewhere beyond the throes of an entangled and inept nightmare, the ordered reality of the waking hour.

This daily headache in the opaque air of this tombal jail is disturbing, but I must persevere. Have written more than a hundred pages and not got anywhere yet. My Calender is getting confused. That must have been around August 15, 1947. Don't think I can go on. Heart, head--everything. Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita, Lolita. Repeat til page is full, printer.

You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere.

I could see the corridor window, where the wires-six thin black wires-were doing their best to slant up, to ascend skyward, despite the lightning blows dealt them by one telegraph pole after another; but just as all six, in a triumphant swoop of pathetic elation, were about to reach the top of the window, a particularly vicious blow would bring them down, as low as they had ever been, and they would have to start all over again.

Finally it gave up- as some day life will give up- bothering me.

I have always had a number of parts lined up in case the muse failed. A lepidopterist exploring famous jungles came first, then there was the chess grand master, then the tennis ace with an unreturnable service, then the goalie saving a historic shot, and finally, finally, the author of a pile of unknown writings- Pale Fire, Lolita, Ada- which my heirs discover and publish.

C] an any sane man imagine that they will lightly lay aside their yearning and contentedly become he were of wood and drawers of water?

When my little world is falling apart and the dream castles of my ambitions and hopes crumble into ruins, can I honestly declare, "Surely—yes, surely—goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life"?

Winning is overcoming obstacles to reach a goal, but the value in winning is only as great as the value of the goal reached.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.

Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.

Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.

I learnt that the only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it, even if in the beginning you think you can't do it at all.