Quotes About Perseverance

The wind always brings us back to the same wall

There's good news and slightly less good news.

Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.

You see, I do believe in miracles. I, who have passed through fire. I do believe.

If you can still write in spite of the fact that you're not getting paid, that nobody cares about what you're writing, that nobody wants to publish it, that everybody is telling you to do something else, and you still want to and you still enjoy it and you can't stop doing it...then you're a writer.

When the going gets tough, choose your cliché.

Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is

L'ho lasciata fare. Non ho detto che sarebbe andato tutto bene. Non ho fatto lo sforzo di consolarla. A volte è meglio lasciare le cose come sono, lasciare che il dolore faccia il suo corso.

She followed the highway across the bridge, comparing her own life to the river's flow, swift and steady. She'd weathered obstacles - near death, loss and betrayal - which were like the boulders protruding through the turbulent current. Those hurdles may have slowed her down, but they'd never beaten her

I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy.

I could have been stronger," she said. "I wasn't enough to keep something so important.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.

The moral of this story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve. The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

You can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.

The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.

In reality, you don't ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.

You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive.