Quotes About Perseverance

A malign star kept him.

This is what the good guys do. They keep trying. They don't give up.

You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.

You wear out, Ed Tom. All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it. Your grandad never asked me to sign on as deputy with him. I done that my own self. Hell, I didn't have nothing else to do. Paid about the same as cowboyin. Anyway, you never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

We're carrying the fire.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.

Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.

Cuando sueñes con un mundo que nunca existió o con un mundo que no existirá y estés contento otra vez entonces te habrás rendido. ¿Lo entiendes? Y no puedes rendirte. Yo no lo permitiré.

He said that journeys involving the company of the dead were notorious for their difficulty but that in truth every journey was so accompanied.

whoever approaches his goal dances

In the grueling light that passed for day...

At our noblest we announce to the darkness that we will not be diminished by the brevity of our lives.

He rode out in the dark long before daylight and he rode the sun up and he rode it down again. In the oncoming years a terrible drought struck west Texas. He moved on. There was no work in that country anywhere. Pasture gates stood open and sand drifted in the roads and after a few years it was rare to see stock of any kind and he rode on. Days of the world. Years of the world. Till he was old.

He said that most men were in their lives like the carpenter whose work went so slowly for the dullness of his tools that he had not time to sharpen them. Y

Other than a light beading of sweat on his forehead there was little evidence that his labors had cost him anything at all.

What's the bravest thing you ever did? Getting up this morning, he said.

To make the world. To make it again and again. To make it in the very maelstrom of its undoing.

Ever's a long time.

There's too much shit still down the road that I got to deal with. It aint goin to end here.

They struggled forever in the roads cold coagulate.