Quotes About Perseverance

Each time she fell out of love with him, he saw it happen and waited it out.

I took so long coming to the door. I had no idea crutches were so damned tricky. I imagined myself swinging jauntily along, but they dig into your armpits like I don't know what.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. That's right, she thinks. We should all be raging and raving and brandishing our walking sticks: We don't want to go! And by the way, we want our legs and arms and backs to stop HURTING!! She will ask Thomas to find the rest of that poem on the Internet for her.

You were sad and hurt. Maybe your heart was broken, but you weren't broken

if an arm-less, leg-less woman on a skateboard could find a man, surely Sophie was doing something very, very wrong? How did this woman meet him? Pull on his trouser leg as she rolled by him in a nightclub?) Now

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky. She

I don't know why I stay. I don't know why I deserve this. I don't know why you do this, why we do this, why this keeps happening.

Sometimes it felt like Zoe was just waiting out her life now, enduring it, ticking off events and days and months and years, as if she just had to get herself through something unspecified and then things would be better, except she never got through it and it never got better and she would never forgive him. His death was the ultimate 'fuck you'.

She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldn't imagine now why she thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.

She combines them all into one giant sumo wrestler of humanity and punches him again and again in his big flabby stomach.

something about that knowing smirk of hers. She's thinking, Yep, all men are bastards but we women just have to knuckle down and get on with it. I

fingers, with his bad eye. He was fighting the Repatriation

I don't know why I stay. I don't know why I deserve this. I don't know why you do this, why we do this, why this keeps happening. "Celeste,

So why didn't you put up with it before? Why didn't you turn yourself in before I even knew you?

dodgy knee of mine.

A marriage is hard work and sometimes it's a bit of a bore. It's like housework. It's never finished. You've just got to grit your teeth and keep working away at it, day after day. Of course, the men don't work as hard at it as we do, but that's men for you, isn't it? They're not much good at housework either.

You can choose the right shot, you can have a good swing and good technique, you can do everything right, and it can still go wrong. No player, no matter how good, makes one hundred percent of their shots. Some days you lose.

Unimaginable things happened every single day and there wasn't always a good reason.

The only recognition you got for surviving a night like that came from other mothers. Only they understood the epic nature of your trivial achievements.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." His eyes gleamed in the shadows from the candlelight. "That's, ah, from Nelson Mandela's favorite poem, 'Invictus.

You'll feel better tomorrow. You always feel better tomorrow

He worked on it for over fifteen years before he died in his fifties of complications caused by pneumonia.

It was like someone had cheerfully suggested she run a marathon when she'd just dragged herself out of bed after suffering from the flu.

Every time she fell out of love with him, he saw it happen and waited it out. He never stopped loving her, even those times when he felt deeply hurt and betrayed by her, even in that bad year when they talked about separating, he'd just gone along with it, waiting for her to come back to him, thanking God and his dad up above each time she did.