Quotes About Perseverance

see the strength of the blue lines in front of them. But it was

worn-out shoes. Few of the men had anything solid on their feet, and the curses toward the supply officers went mostly unheeded by the officers, who had worries of their own.

No cause that was ever worthy was without its turmoil, its trials, its hopelessness. We are not defeated yet.

We had a tough fight here, but dammit, we're getting the job done. The First and the Twenty-ninth took heavy casualties all day yesterday, and they're still taking them now.

The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out and meet it. THUCYDIDES

it out of his throat, wiped at the grime

instructions like he's never been on a field of

All right. They're on our left. They're on our right. They're in front of us, they're behind us. They can't get away this time." —COLONEL LEWIS "CHESTY" PULLER

annoyance, Eisenhower knew that the prolonged

Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Expected.

Dammit, you've got a job to do! He tried to pull energy—confidence—from the faces of the others, even from men who had never done this before.

He slapped one hand against the breech of the Thompson, slapped again, pulsing frustration, and said aloud, "Dammit!

How long can a war go on? It seems like this war has been going on forever without end.

But it works that way if it works.

Islands—of times when you're content, you don't think about the loss. Now it's like your world's underwater. All of it. But the water goes down and the islands come up. The water'll be there always but you'll find dry land

God don't give out certain.

Foggy Mountain Breakdown and Other Stories (1997)

Sometimes you just find yourself standing in need to do something. No matter it seems hopeless.

And if it took awhile, that means she was in pain for a long time.

Only the weak compromise.

Jeffery Deaver

Stanton clawed his way to the bedside table and managed to grab his knife. He jabbed it into Rhyme. Once, twice. But the only places he could reach were the criminalist's legs and arms. It's pain that incapacitates and pain was one thing to which Lincoln Rhyme was immune.

Playing in the mist doesn't build character at all, Booty; it just makes you fucking wet.

Charlie Overby