Quotes About Perseverance

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As of the present chaos I could only hope that, by keeping faith, by still trying to give of one's best, a brighter, calmer day might one day.

You have to trust your own abilities, and not doubt them because someone else does. If we do carry out our present plans, you'll have to hold your own sense of integrity in the face of skepticism

We're not going to be sad. We're going to be angry until we die. It's the only hope.

like a man who has jumped off a diving board, but then, through force of will, lowers himself inch by inch into the pool.

Sometimes the thing that you wanted to do did make you sigh, just because it was a hard thing to do.

His mother felt that the Sundays may have been a very unfortunate family, and that certainly life was harder in those days during and after the War Between the States, and you had to make your way as best you could, God knew, and Mary Jane Sunday, who had been a Corey, had done the best she could

She knows what she wants, though maybe she doesn't know what will work. But if you don't give her what she wants, she'll spend the rest of her life thinking that that was the one thing that might have worked.

Once again, the curious thing was how strange and forceful the world was, how it battered and clanged and could not be withstood, and yet some individuals withstood it while others did not.

if Monterey had taught her anything, it was to make the best of things. Every ship that sailed into the bay had to do what the winds demanded, whatever the captain's plans might be.

but no matter how receptive his pretty and sweet speech therapist looked, no matter how softly and encouragingly she said, "Go ahead, try it. Say it," still, the sounds came out like mooing.

Yo admiraba esa férrea disciplina que le permitía centrarse en escribir una novela sobre Alaska por la mañana y un libro sobre la Casa Blanca por la tarde, así que, en cierto modo, también admiré el hecho de que mantuviese su palabra y no volviese a hablarme nunca más.

And those you never forgive you find impossible to forget. — Jane Urquhart, The Underpainter (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)

Just write. If you have to make a choice, if you say, 'Oh well, I'm going to put the writing away until my children are grown,' then you don't really want to be a writer. If you want to be a writer, you do your writing... If you don't do it, you probably don't want to be a writer, you just want to have written and be famous—which is very different.

Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow.

Could it be that humans had an infinite capacity to make themselves at home in the direst of situations? Or did one just adjust expectations downward, so as to be able to get through each day?

Write, write, & write some more. Think of writing as a muscle that needs lots of exercise.

I do not know where I am going or what I will do when I get there. I know only that to put one foot in front of the other, moves me on, away from you to a place, where I do not want to be.

People were dying around us, of starvation, tuberculosis, cholera, typhus, typhoid, deportation, influenza, heartbreak. Their lungs were filling up because of the cold. They were being shot for walking too quickly, staring too hard, not answering questions fast enough or answering too fast, or just because they wore the yellow star. To die was easy. To live was harder. Papa said to us, "We have chosen the more difficult path, that of life. Now we must walk it." We walked.

At least Em, long-suffering as she was, tried to give the child a bit of her heart, which - after all those years of living with Henry on that old gray farm in the middle of the gray prairie - was as dried up as an old pea. She tried, but she wasn't much good at it. It was a bit like trying to water a budding flower in the middle of a dry Kansas summer with a watering can poked through with holes.

Sometimes living takes more courage than dying

Almost everybody I know has died," Grandma said. "Bunch of wimps.

I need mood music. I gotta get myself ready to kick butt. Lula - High Five

On the bright side, I'm sure this isn't the last time you'll ever get firebombed, so maybe you'll have better luck next time.