Quotes About Perseverance

Suffering toughens the spirit and tenderizes the soul.

Doing nothing is very hard to do–you never know when you're finished.

Whatever you're meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.

You can only learn to be a better writer by actually writing. I don't know much about creative writing programs. But they're not telling the truth if they don't teach, one, that writing is hard work and, two, that you have to give up a great deal of life, your personal life, to be a writer.

You and I are the boulder-pushers. All our lives, you and I, we'll put all our energies, all our talents into pushing a great boulder up a mountain. The boulder is the truth that the great men know by instinct, and the mountain is the stupidity of mankind.

Against both of these temptations the New Testament warns us with its insistent call for a patient hope, a hope which is — on the one hand — confident and sure, an anchor of the soul, and on the other hand patient and enduring.

God does not cancel his calling. If

Sabe que dia é hoje, mãe? — Que dia, meu filho? — Dia vinte de setembro. Faz um ano que a revolução começou. D. Ana olhou as mãos caídas sobre o colo, lívidas. Fazia um ano. Um ano inteiro de ansiedades e esperas. — A gente aprende a não sentir o tempo, meu filho. Senão, acaba enlouquecendo.

Eu sei o que é amor, Joaquim. Eu sei aqui no meu peito, como um punhal. Um punhal cravado para sempre. Ele sorriu, um riso triste. — Amor não é ferida, Manuela. Não precisa ser...

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

There is a steep and lofty wall, Where my warders trembling stand, He who at speed shall ride round its height, For him shall be my hand.

The hour is desperately dark; your flame is needed.

We cannot go through life strong and fresh on constant express trains with ten minutes for lunch: we must have quiet hours, secret places of the Most High, times of waiting upon the Lord, when we renew our strength and learn to mount up on wings as eagles, and then come back to run and not be weary, and to walk and not faint.

A hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head winds right for royal sails. Ralph Waldo Emerson

No one wins the greatest victory until he has walked the winepress of woe.

They tell me I must bruise The rose's leaf, Ere I can keep and use Its fragrance brief. They tell me I must break The skylark's heart, Ere her cage song will make The silence start. They tell me love must bleed, And friendship weep, Ere in my deepest need I touch that deep. Must it be always so With precious things? Must they be bruised and go With beaten wings? Ah, yes! by crushing days, By caging nights, by scar Of thorn and stony ways, These blessings are!

Every difficulty and every temptation that comes our way, if we receive it correctly, is God's opportunity.

As moves my fragile bark across the storm-swept sea, Great waves beat o'er her side, as north wind blows; Deep in the darkness hid lie threat'ning rocks and shoals; But all of these, and more, my Pilot knows. Sometimes when dark the night, and every light gone out, I wonder to what port my frail ship goes; Still though the night be long, and restless all my hours, My distant goal, I'm sure, my Pilot knows.

Keep still! When trouble is brewing, keep still! When slander is getting on its legs, keep still! When your feelings are hurt, keep still till you recover from your excitement at any rate! Things look different through an unagitated eye.

To be as immovable as a pillar in the house of our God, is an end for which one would gladly endure all the shakings that may be necessary to bring us there! HANNAH WHITALL SMITH

However dark the nows may be in your experience, the afters of God are worth waiting for! As we think of God's dealings with His children we are impressed with His leisureliness. God's ways may be hidden, but Wait for God's Afters!

Got any rivers they say are uncrossable, Got any mountains they say "can't tunnel through"? We specialize in the wholly impossible, Doing the things they say you can't do. song of the Panama Canal builders

A man once stood on a high peak of the Rocky Mountains watching a raging storm below. As he watched, an eagle came up through the clouds and soared away toward the sun. The water on its wings glistened in the sunlight like diamonds. If not for the storm, the eagle might have remained in the valley. In the same way, the sorrows of life cause us to rise toward God.

Each of us may be sure that if God sends us over rocky paths, He will provide us with sturdy shoes. He will never send us on any journey without equipping us well. Alexander Maclaren