Quotes About Perseverance

Haç kartal? kovunca, Romal?lara özgü o gözü peklik de yitip gitti.

me repetía este proverbio provinciano, algo menos exacto en París, que el que bien canta y bien danza trabaja mucho y no avanza.

on peut acquérir la liberté; mais on ne la recouvre jamais

To endure is the first thing that a child ought to learn, and that which he will have the most need to know.

If you are willing to do only what's easy, life will be hard. But if you're willing to do what's hard, life will be easy.

I don't think there's such a thing as an easy life. There's always going to be hard work, and there will always be misfortunes we can't control lurking out at the edges—storms, sickness, wolves. But there is such a thing as a good life, and I think we have one here.

People had figured it out once, she thought. They could figure it out again.

Crystal didn't like delays. She was a fast-moving, efficient person, and when her way was blocked, she became very tense and spoke with her lips in two hard lines.

But the sorrow and the fear lasted only a few seconds. Everyone was tired of sorrow and fear. Whatever lay ahead, they thought, would probably be better. They were willing to try it.

It had taken me twenty-five years to reach the point where I could talk openly about Manzanar

It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

It's really not that hard to put food on the table if that's what you decide to do.

It (the sun) didn't really care how I felt, it was going to rise and set regardless of whether I noticed it, and if I was going to enjoy it, that was up to me.

Life there was hard and it made people hard.

When God closes a door, he opens a window, but it's up to you to find it.

What doesn't kill you will make you stronger

I hadn't been paying much attention to things like the sunrise, but that old sun had been coming up anyway. It didn't really care how I felt, it was going to rise and set regardless of whether I noticed it, and if I was going to enjoy it, that was up to me.

What I do know is that wondering why you survived don't help you survive.

What Dad didn't understand was that no matter how much he hated or feared the future, it was coming, and there was only one way to deal with it: by climbing aboard.

I told Mom that maybe I had made a terrible mistake, but mom said sometimes you have to get sicker before you can get better.

From the time the Joshua tree was a tiny sapling, it had been so beaten down by the whipping wind that, rather than trying to grow skyward, it had grown in the direction that the wind pushed it. It existed now in a permanent state of windblowness, leaning over so far that it seemed ready to topple, although, in fact, its roots held it firmly in place.

Sometimes it didn't matter how much gumption you had. What mattered were the cards you'd been dealt.

She knew how to get by on next to nothing.

Dad's death didn't hollow me out the way Helen's had. After all, everyone had assumed Dad was a goner back when he got kicked in the head as a child. Instead, he had cheated death and, despite his gimp and speech impediment, lived a long life doing pretty much what he wanted. He hadn't drawn the best of cards, but he'd played his hand darned well, so what was there to grieve over?