Quotes About Perseverance

Reset the board and keep playing.

When a strong gale constantly blows, everything bends," Murasaki said. "And even the most honest make accommodations, and soon they are not honest at all.

I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

Run first, mourn later.

Rachel Caine

Woman, I spend my days hammering nails and building strong walls. I'm plenty manly enough.

You don't fight the sea. You leave until the flood's over.

I've never been through what you have, but I've been in the dark a few times. Sometimes the light's just too bright.

Anything worthwhile is worth fighting for,' Claire said. 'Not always with guns and stuff. But with … taking a stand. Right?

The trick to doing the impossible, I've found, is to simply never think past what is at your fingertips. Do the thing in front of you. Then the next. Then the next. In such ways have men built the pyramids, or climbed mountains, or raced to the moon on rockets.

Out of nowhere, he remembered something his father had told him when he was just a child. When all the world is a lock, boy, you don't make a key. You become a key.

I'll rest when I'm dead.

While I was still Gina, but after The Event, I'd taken up running, and it had been grueling and exhausting until I built up my strength. Now, when I stop holding myself back, I run like I feel breath on my neck, as if I'm running for my life. It's not healthy or safe, and I'm well aware that driving myself that hard is a form of self-punishment, and also an expression of the fear I live with every day.

I'm forged hard out of pieces, like a bar of solid steel. There's nothing soft left. I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

A dream deferred is a dream denied.

I turn the key and I turn the key and I turn the key and she doesn't do a damn thing.

I was coming down off the last painkiller left in my dresser drawer after Autumn tossed my stash. In that moment I was so groggy and happy I would have accepted a date with Oscar the Grouch - and planned to do some serious feeling up on the green furry beast too. Yeah, stooping to pharmaceutical-inspired sex fantasies about garbage can Sesame Street characters - that had to be the best Just Say No drug lecture a girl in a leg cast could ever receive to make her go cold turkey off the meds.

I love a man who doesn't let go of the leash, even when it leads him to ruin.

When the time is right, when these feelings of rage and unfairness once again overcome me, I will not faint. I will fight.

The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal.

Perhaps it's only the vehicle that won't start, but it feels like it's my life that won't start. Yes, this Yugo with the passenger-side seat metal coming through the torn seat fabric, scratching against the back of my thigh, this Cold War relic that won't respond to Nick's turn of the ignition key is like the fucking metaphor for my sorry-ass life: STALLED.

Here's the thing about love, Mrs. Basil E. replied. You get a last chance. And then, when that doesn't work, you make yourself another last chance. Then another. Then another. You keep going until your last chances run out.

Even the hard years have some reason for celebration.

It's hard to show you that I tried unless you end up succeeding.