Quotes About Perseverance

I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grown-ups would do.

As for the fear, you'll have to put up with that like the rest of us.

Si accorse che cominciava a capire come fosse faticosa quella vita, nella quale ogni sentiero era nuovo, e una parte considerevole del tempo in cui si stava svegli si doveva passarla a guardarsi i piedi.

They would reach the castle some time; and the chief would have to go forward.

I just think you'll get back all right.

Sen de en az benim kadar iyi biliyorsun, hayat katlan?lmaz uzunlukta, gelgelelim katlanmak zorunday?z

Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound.

I say you are a coward and you are; I think you hunt only to reassure yourself that you are not what you are: the weakest thing to ever walk the Earth. He will come for me and then we will be gone, and you will be helpless for all your hunting, because Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

William Goldman

I just know once you're over your emotional outbursts, you'll come up with-' I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something,' Westley said.

While he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining. Down went the man in black. You can die too for all I care, she said, and then she turned away. Words followed her. Whispered from afar, weak and warm and familiar. As...you...wish...

I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.

He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day? Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well...you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. Buttercup: i will never doubt again. Westley: There will never be a need.

I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly, the answer came in the affirmative. I didn't know there was such a Fellow, Buttercup said. Neither did I, in truth, but if He didn't exist, I didn't much want to either.

I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that's never going to stop.

Get used to disappointment.

The easiest thing to do on earth is not write…But this is life on earth, you can't have everything.

One thing you know when you're ten is that no matter what, there's gonna be a happy ending. They can sweat all they want, the authors, but back of it all you know, you just have no doubt, that in the long run justice is going to win out.

It's one of my biggest memories of my father reading. I had pneumonia, remember, but I was a little better now, and madly caught up in the book, and one thing you know when you're ten is that, no matter what, there's gonna be a happy ending. They can sweat all they want to scare you, the authors, but back of it all you know, you just have no doubt, that in the long run justice is going to win out.

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning.

The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.

In the kitchen, Chub clung to the wall, made no sound whatsoever, but his mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, as he told himself, kept telling himself, that life was material, everything was material - you just had to live long enough to see how to use it.