Quotes About Perseverance

The key to fighting is never to fight unless the cause is so great that you couldn't bear not to defend it and the losses you are going to suffer are things that you could afford to lose. If you do fight, the thing to remember is that it is going to hurt because that is what happens in a fight and you might as well reconcile yourself to it in the beginning and then it will not matter when it happens

I believe things will work out for us if we just believe in ourselves.

Exciting wasn't turning out obe as easy as she'd thought it would be, but it was definitely worth pursuing.

Everything outside of here is vulnerable, but this tower, this room, is where we can make a stand if we have to. This is our Alamo. Everybody died at the Alamo. What's the midway, the Little Big Horn? Ethan looked at her, exasperated. She shrugged. I'm just saying that ifyou want to rally the troops, avoid the A word.

It's amazing what you find you are made of when you dig deeply enough to figure out.

This life of mine has been a little tough to negotiate the past two years. Not that everyone's isn't, after all, it wouldn't be called 'life' if a litte difficulty weren't automatically interferred. 'Super duper journey of progress and inspiration' maybe, but not 'life'.

But she was determined to do it, independent of all the circumstances and obstacles; she was this kind of person. Once she decided something, she was determined to do it and she did it.

She had done it alone, without support or gas, and when she had come off the mountain, she had been an instant star, chased through airports by reporters and hounded for interviews

Few women had climbed its North Face, and even fewer had done it in winter, but no one had done it alone. She and Jim began talking up her plans and flouting her achievements.

Finally he and his partner Gary Ball were driven off the mountain by a storm, while Lydia, feeling strong and confident, continued climbing alone.

Once again, the show became life imitating art, imitating life, because we went in with this whole boxing thing—you're down but not out, and no matter what's happening in your life, you keep fighting.

You're hitting rock bottom," she said. "You know, Jennifer, you have to hit bottom before you can make a change, and it's finally happening.

Through God's grace, he gives us a wealth of resources to bear any burden he allows. Therefore, if God doesn't empty our cup of suffering or take it from us, he will give ample grace (favor, kindness, ability) to bear it.

When rough things happen to us, it's as if they rip holes in the fabric of our faith, or what I sometimes call our "blanket of faith.

He lives by what he calls the Homeless Credo: "Do what you have to do today. Tomorrow will come. And if it doesn't, you won't have to deal with it.

It is—let's be clear—very, very hard. Freud called child-rearing one of the three "impossible professions" (the other two: governing nations and psychoanalysis). To do even a half-assed job is a Sisyphean task. Children get away with things no adult would.

Okay, I thought. Here you are. You are here. And you move forward because that's the way it works; that's the only place u can go. You keep going until it stops hurting, or until you find new things to hurt you worse, I guess. And that is the human condition, all of us lurching along in our own private miseries, because that's the way it is. Because, I guess, God didn't give us any choice. You grow up, I remembered Abigail telling me. You learn.

They wouldn't have believed me, and if they had they would have wanted me to explain. And I had no explanation, no answers. When you're on a battleground, you don't have the luxury of time to dwell on the various historical factors and sociopolitical influences that caused the war. You just keep your head down and try to survive it, to shove the pages back in the book, close the covers and pretend that nothing's broken, nothing's wrong.

You'll get through it, she said, leaving out the part I already knew-because you're a mother now. Because mothers don't have a choice.

Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

With motherhood and marriage there was no finish line, no hour or day or year when you got to say you were through. Life just went on and on, endless and formless, with no performance evaluation, no raises or feedback or two weeks' vacation.

You make the wrong choices, you make mistakes, you disappear for a decade, you marry the wrong man. You get hurt. You lose sight of who you are, or of who you want to be, and then you remember, and if you're lucky you have sisters or friends who remind you when you forget your best intentions. You come back to yourself, again and again. You try, and fail, and try again, and fail again.

They tried to bury us. They didn't know we were seeds.

She knew she'd be hearing that voice, those words, on an endless loop in her brain, maybe for the rest of her life.