Quotes About Perseverance

We are graced, and we are together, and the twoliness is trumping the loneliness and the doubt and the fear. We are making it through. Damn you, memories. Thank you, present.

I want to believe that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, there is reason to hope.

We need to be willing to chance failure in order to succeed.

It's easier to start over than to work to make something last.

No point in playing if your goal is to lose.

I'm an ivy twined so long against a tower of strange design that I cannot now assume any other shape.

I don't think I'm strong enough," Aaron said. Slowly the steam faded from the pub's windows. Helen was staring across the street as well. She said, "How do you think people get strong?

remaining fair-minded as their beloved gallery-in-the-making was threatened by two crammed shelves of strange Semitic lettering.

Yet we lift our feet. We lift our feet.

You're a student?" John flushed as though the question were both compliment and accusation. "I was. Or am." He shook his head. "That is, I will be again, if I'm to have my say in the matter.

But I will tell you what I learned after I lost my sight... I walked through rooms that had once been familiar, my arms outstretched, and was fouled and thwarted by every obstacle in my path. What I learned then, Ester, is a thing that I have been learning ever since... The distance between things are vast, he said. They are vast.

Yet a moment later she resumed walking with the air of someone too depleted for skepticism—her defeat displaced, unaccountably, by trust.

creature doing its delicate work, scratching to gain entry. To the Esteemed

Her spirit could not be bent, yet her rage found little purchase . . .

No escape to other worlds, nor refuge from the endless river of days.

She pressed her fingertips into the hard wood of the handrail until they whitened. She would constrict the world to a pinhole.

He took it between his fingers, bore down with his bruised knuckle on its ridges, and like a miner picking his way toward an unknown destination began to write—slowly, steadily, filling the void with work. Was that what sadness did to a man?

I told her: I act such that love will not fail again as it failed us before.

They would work together in pursuit of whatever it was their lot to discover. He didn't like her. But neither did he pity her. At least there was that.

A woman such as I is a rocky cliff against which a man tests himself before retreating to safer pasture

Don't--she bit her lip and held it. Don't turn your back just because it terrifies you. [...] I don't think I'm strong enough, Aaron said. Slowly the steam faded from the pub's windows. Helen was staring across the street as well. She said, How do you think people get strong?

Hope against reason: an opiate she'd long abandoned.

I lost myself, but in the end that helped me find myself. You've just got to have faith and work at it." "With anything?" I ask. "Anything," she says, as a gap finally opens in the intersection. "As long as you accept the hardest thing of all: that you might have to lose to win.

Life's not all beer and skittles