Quotes About Perseverance

Life was good. It was funny how just when you thought you knew yourself through and through, you stumbled on a new kind of strength, a fresh reserve of power inside you that you never knew you had, and all at once you found yourself burning a little brighter and hotter than you ever had before.

Guy lives in a fantasy world without junk food or cars or trans fats or TV and he's still fat. You had to admire his dedication to the cause.

He had painstakingly assembled all the ingredients of happiness. He had performed all the necessary rituals, spoken the words, lit the candles, made the sacrifices. But happiness, like a disobedient spirit, refused to come. He couldn't think what else to do.

We had problems, but we could have fixed them. But that was too easy for you. It might actually have worked, and then where would you be? You would have been stuck with me forever,

There must still be some last invisible unbroken strand connecting them, something deeper than mourning. The wound had healed but the scar wouldn't fade, not quite.

Onward and upward.

Until then he'd worked hard, but he got in his share of malingering like everybody else.

That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect.

It was too easy, and he'd had enough of doing things the easy way.

The situation wasn't ideal. But it was what she had to work with, so she would work with it. She was a tough one,

She'd been in math classes with Quentin since they were ten years old, and anything he could do she could do just as well, backward and in high heels if necessary.

It wasn't time yet. You'll find it again, if you look hard enough.

it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect.

He was obviously one of those people who felt at home in the world–he was naturally buoyant, where Quentin felt like he had to dog-paddle constantly, exhaustingly, humiliatingly, just to get one sip of air.

She was starting to suspect that facing up to the nightmare of the past is what gives you the power to build your future,

Being brave was easy when you would rather die than give up. Fatigue meant nothing when you actually wanted to suffer.

But at the same time I could feel the ordeal remaking me. You know? Like the desert itself was smelting me, melting away weaknesses and impurities and extracting what was hard and true.

She was used to doing a lot with a little. Now that she had a lot, she was going to work wonders with it. And she did.

That was the thing about the world: it wasn't that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn't expect. To

The ones who go around knocking on doors and looking for clues never find the thing, the Grail or whatever it is. It's more a matter of having the right attitude.

Chop chop. I'm literally losing the will to live." —Eliot

Every morning he woke up it seemed impossible that he could ever consume another drop of alcohol, but that conviction had always evaporated by 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

There is really no end to life's little humiliations,

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