Quotes About Perseverance

Jak raz, na pocz?tku trafi si? do jakiej? szufladki, rzadko znajdzie si? sposób, ?eby wspi?? si? wy?ej.

Nobody writes a book. What you write every day is a piece of a book, a fragment, a scene.

When the bottom dropped out of his normally successful world, Job goes into 'free-fall', but when he hits the rock-bottom of reality it turns out to be the everlasting arms of a tough but tender, redemptive God.

I had met my wife in college. Her name was Barbara, and she was the first woman besides my mother to show the faintest interest in me. It took six years to persuade her to marry me.

Actually, the situation was intolerable. But then it was surprising how much intolerableness a man could tolerate.

You had to make your choice between survival and efficiency, though in the long run survival was optimum efficiency, no matter how much time and effort it took.

But nothing surprises me now. I've grown used to living in a world that is out of joint, as if it has been struck by an enormous earthquake so that the roads are no longer flat, nor the building straight.

Marketing is a race without a finishing line

Why should I let the toad workSquat on my life?Can't I use my wit as a pitchforkAnd drive the brute off?

Empty-page staring again tonight. It's maddening. I suppose people who don't write (like the Connollies) imagine anything that can be though can be expressed. Well, I don't know. I can't do it. It's this sort of thing that makes me belittle the whole business: what's the good of a 'talent' if you can't do it when you want to? What should we think of a woodcarver who couldn't woodcarver? or a pianist who couldn't play the piano? Bah, likewise grrr.

Caught in the center of a soundless field While hot inexplicable hours go by What trap is this? Where were its teeth concealed? You seem to ask. I make a sharp reply, Then clean my stick. I'm glad I can't explain Just in what jaws you were to suppurate: You may have thought things would come right again If you could only keep quite still and wait.

I realized poetry's the thing that I can do 'cause I can stick at it and work with tremendous intensity.

My mother carried on and supported us her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.

Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. You'll have that readership. Keep going until you know you're doing work that's worthy. And then see what happens. That's my advice.

Let me begin again as a speck of dust caught in the night winds sweeping out to sea. Let me begin this time knowing the world is salt water and dark clouds, the world is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn comes slowly, and changes nothing.

Thirty years will pass before I remember that moment when suddenly I knew each man has one brother who dies when he sleeps and sleeps when he rises to face this life, and that together they are only one man sharing a heart that always labours, hands yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

Be wise;Soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

Late one night, as he walked back alone from a Kasuals gig, a truck screeched to a halt beside him and a group of drunken white youths jumped out, screaming racial abuse. Jimmy took off across a cornfield, easily outdistanced his would-be attackers and then, rather like Cary Grant in Hitchcock's North by Northwest, lay doggo on top of Betty-Jean, until they gave up and drove away.

the Basil Spence Syndrome. When Coventry Cathedral was going up and in the public eye, he went through a lean period when he wasn't offered any jobs at all because people thought he wouldn't have time for anything else.

Nobody wants trouble,' said Chandni. 'Trouble just find us.

ran on blindly into the blind dark.

That's what History teaches us, I think, that life goes on, even though individuals die and whole civilizations crumble away: The simple things last; they are repeated over and over by each generation.

That's impossible,' said Fever, Engineerishly.