Quotes About Perseverance

She took the long way home," said Ruth. "Some do, you know. They seem lost. Sometimes they might even head off in the wrong direction. Lots of people give up, say they're gone forever, but I don't believe that. Some make it home, eventually.

Why be a saint unless you could also be a martyr?

Three craggy pine trees had stood at the far end of the green for as long as anyone remembered, like wise men who'd found what they were looking for.

We just don't know. The key is to keep going. Joy might be just around the corner.

I need help.

Not everyone makes the boat, she thought.

Everything makes sense. Everything. We just don't know how yet.

You need to know this. Everything makes sense. Everything. We just don't know how yet.

I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

The Chancellor studied the man in front of her. She'd known him for decades. Seen his rise through the ranks. Seen his great fall. And seen him put himself together again and go back to doing a job that was far more than a job for him. It was written on his face.

Louise Penny

I suppose I could blame Jane's death for my poor behavior, but as you'll discover, I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

You've seen worse, you've seen worse, you've seen worse," she muttered to herself. Harriet wondered if that could possibly be true. It was also a strange, though oddly comforting, mantra. One she knew she could use for the rest of her life.

I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me.

In Beauvoir's experience Darwin was way wrong. The fittest didn't survive. They were killed by the idiocy of their neighbors, who continued to bumble along oblivious.

Times change. You had to roll with it. But it was impossible to roll without getting bruised.

in her Montreal office the day a batch of rejection letters arrived, ripping them into pieces and dropping them on the floor for the hired help to clean up. 'This world is messed up, I tell you. People are cruel and insensitive, they're out to screw each other. There's no love or compassion. This', she sliced her book violently in the air like an ancient mythical hammer, heading for an unforgiving anvil, 'will teach

Louise Penny

Louise Penny

Despond not, though times be bale, And baleful be, Though winds blow stout –

The bishop-that-burneth.

There's a fine line between noble perseverance and insanity,

They need to fight their way out of the cocoon. It builds their wings and muscles. It's the struggle that saves them. Without it they're crippled. If you help an emperor moth, you kill it.

Burn our ships.