Quotes About Perseverance

Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.

So what is the way of raising a child? At a young age, said the judge, they should be put in a pit with wild dogs. They should be set to puzzle out from their proper clues the one of three doors that does not harbor wild lions. They should be made to run naked in the desert until Ã¢â'¬Â¦

That hurt, didn't it? The boy said. - Yes. It did. - Are you real brave? - Just medium. - What's the bravest thing you ever did? - He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said. - Really? - No. Don't listen to me. Come on, let's go.

It makes no difference what men think of war ... War endures.

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength and that they must make their way back into the common enterprise of man for without they do so it cannot go forward and they themselves will wither in bitterness.

Now come days of begging, days of theft. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he.

That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

The enemy of your undertaking is despair.

They were all day among the dunes and in the evening coming down from the last low sandhills to the plain below among catclaw and crucifixion thorn they were a parched and haggard lot man and beast. Harpie eagles flew up screaming from a dead mule and wheeled off westward into the sun as they led the horses out onto the plain.

Animals might whimper if they're hungry or cold. But they dont start screaming. It's a bad idea. The more noise you make the more likely you are to be eaten. If you've no way to escape you keep silent. If birds couldnt fly they wouldnt sing. When you're defenseless you keep your opinions to yourself.

He rode all night and in the first gray light with the horse badly drawn down he walked it out upon a rise beneath which he could make out the shape of the town, the yellow windows in the old mud walls where the first lamps were lit, the narrow spires of smoke standing vertically into the windless dawn so still the village seemed to hang by threads from the darkness.

Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?

dwindling slowly on the road behind him like some storybook peddler from an antique time, dark and bent and spider thin and soon to vanish forever.

They rode back, Rawlins leading the riderless horse by the bridlereins. Blevins was sitting in the middle of the road. He still had his hat on. Whoo, he said when he saw them. I'm drunkern shit. They sat their horses and looked down at him. Can you ride or not? said Rawlins. Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yes I can ride. I was ridin when I fell off. He stood uncertainly and peered about.

Eres capaz de hacerlo? ¿Cuando llegue el momento? Cuando llegue el momento no habrá momento que valga.

What's the bravest thing you ever did? He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.

He knew that those things we most desire to hold in our hearts are often taken from us while that which we would put away seems often by that very wish to become endowed with unsuspected powers of endurance.

He probably doesnt get it that if you scratch from the menu everything that's hard to swallow it's going to make for a pretty lean lunch.

Elindekinden vazgeçmemek her zaman iyi olmayabilir. Ama her zaman kötü de deÄŸildir.

I ain't ahead by a damn sight. I never will be.

He sounded like a man with a mouthful of marbles, articulating his goatbone underjaw laboriously, the original one having been shot away.

There wasn't any virtue in it. The drinking or the quittin? Either one. There aint no virtue in quittin what you aint able any longer to do in the first place.

the only thing worse than losing is not playing. I

Entienda que ya existe este ogro. Este chupador de ojos. Él y otros como él. Ellos no han desaparecido del mundo. Y nunca lo harán.