Quotes About Perseverance

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun.

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!

Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves.

Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we may starve; but if we shake the branches, some of the fruit will fall for us.

O holy Night! from these I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

Las penas anticipadas dicen que matan dos veces.

Y al cabo, al cabo, se siembre o no se siembre, El año se remata por Diciembre.

When I was in my 20s I wasn't sure of myself. Now I can really stretch. I don't have to stay in the box. At this point I can say to myself, So what if I fall, so what? I'm going to get back up.

I always joke about letting the haters motivate you. Everybody has that in their life, people who doubt them or make them feel less than they are. It just takes faith and belief in yourself, and you've got to dig deep into that.

It's a good thing I'm a reasonably patient woman. Otherwise, I might have to kill you.

Enclose your heart in times of need with the steel of your determination and your strength. In doing this, all things will be bearable.

A girl can stand just so much virtue.

Belle turned around. She looked down at her hands, hardened with work. They might have been city hands once, but they weren't anymore, and they never would be again, no matter how much cream she slathered on them. She'd made a place for herself.

My God, I have come with the seeds of questions. I planted them, and they never flowered.

They grieved for those who perished with the cutter, and also for the biscuit casks and butter.

But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me that shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire.

A wavering spirit may be easier wreck'd, Because 't is frailer, doubtless, than a stanch one; But when the latter works its own undoing, Its inner crash is like an earthquake's ruin.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering "I will ne'er consent"—consented.

Patience is a most necessary qualification for business; many a man would rather you heard his story than granted his request.

I am convinced that a light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning, have sometimes made a hero of the same man, who, by an indigestion, a restless night, and rainy morning, would have proved a coward.

If one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite by chance while thinking of other things), and knew it for the star for which he had hoped, how many millions of men would never care?