Quotes About Perseverance

The heart of accepting your emotions (and, as you've seen, of reclaiming your will) is to do what you need to do despite what you are feeling.

No task is too formidable when you divide your goals into small, realistic steps and prepare well.

Then act—because success always boils down to this: Know your adversaries; then apply your will.

When on a long trek, it's okay to quit whenever you like, as long as your feet keep moving.

Besser, du machst mit der vollen Kraft deines Seins einen Fehler, als dass du mit verzagendem Mut jeden Fehler vermeiden willst.

You can only look forward to a South Dakota winter if, as with childbirth, remodeling a house, or writing a novel, you're able to forget how bad it was the last time.

all good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live.

The Ice Master was too injured and too exhausted to crawl any farther. Let whatever was going to happen to him happen now and may a Sailor's God fuck to Hell this fucking thing that was going to eat him.

There would be no more offerings. Not this day. Not any day. Humankind had suffered enough for its love of gods, its long search for God. He thought of the many centuries in which his people, the Jews, had negotiated with God, complaining, bickering, decrying the unfairness of things but always - always - returning to obedience at whatever the cost. Generations dying in the ovens of hatred. Future generations scarred by the cold fires of radiation and renewed hatred.

Odd how the daily imperatives persist even in the face of collective disaster.

Failing tastes of bile and dog vomit. Shame on any man who gets used to that taste.

The world as we know it is ending, my friends, no matter what happens to us

After ten standard months I was done, acknowledging the ancient aphorism to the effect that no book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.

And then Robinson Crusoe stripped naked, swam out to his ship, filled his pockets with biscuits, and swam back to shore.... What? I said, hefting my pack and frowning at the child. Nothing, she said, getting to her feet. Just an old preHegira book that Uncle Martin used to read to me. He used to say that proofreaders have always been incompetent assholes-even 1400 years ago.

who, like Crozier, would rather have his kidney stones removed with a spoon than be forced to suffer sermons —

All those before us have gone into the darkness without assurance of logic or fact or persuasive theory, with only a slender thread of hope or all too shakable convention of faith. And they have been able to sustain that slim hope in the face of darkness, then so must I.

Martin Silenus strides back to the dying fire. "Worse," he says. "He could be twisting on the Shrike's steel tree. Where we'll be in a few—" Brawne Lamia rises suddenly and grasps the poet by his shirtfront. She lifts him off the ground, shakes him

We will revel in hardships and welcome strangeness. We will not make the universe adapt Ã¢â'¬Â¦ we shall adapt.

Doomed with enfeebled carcass to outstretch His loathed existence through ten centuries

It is hard to die. Harder to live.

I love life, Eleanor. It is that simple. Had I the choice, I would live forever, accepting pain and loss as my due and learning--across time--even to appreciate the sharp seasoning of this sadness.

We are created precisely for this type of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides.

that we shall never surrender . . . never surrender or waver or bend to lesser voices or more comfortable impulses . . . never waver until the victory is ours, aggression is undone, and the peace is won. I thank you.

storm and nightfall.