Quotes About Perseverance

Continual dropping wears away a stone.

My grandmother had six kids - one died as an infant - and she was dirt-poor, and all her kids got an education. And my mom grew up poor. And they both worked so hard and cultivated so much of their own happiness. I wanted to have that like an amulet. Not like armor, but like a magic feather. Like Dumbo's magic feather.

the fact that there's a lot you have to blank out if you want to get through life...

the saint of lost things, and lost causes too

The children could see their own roof, weighted down by stones, peeping over the edge of the hill long before they were anywhere near it, and they fastened their homesick eyes upon it as a sailor fixes his upon the North Star at sea.

To advance, however far, is profitless unless the ground gained can be consolidated, or the momentum sustained.

This dog won't hunt. This horse won't jump. You get the general drift. However, he keeps on trying, but the fire won't burn, the kindling is wet, and the faint glow of the ember is weak and dying. He has no other choice then but to let It go and take a nap on the ground there, lying Next to her—for whom Dame Fortune has more Woes and tribulations yet in store.

The barriers are not erected which can say to [aspiring] talents and industry, "Thus far and no farther.

was schwer ist, ist auch schön, gut, groß etc, jeder Mensch sieht also ein, daß dieses das fetteste Lob ist, was man geben kann, denn das schwere macht schwizen (sic)" "what is difficult is also beautiful, good, great, etc, therefore every person understands that this is the greatest praise that one can give, because the difficult makes one sweat

Such incidents brought me to the verge of despair, but little more and I would have put an end to my life - only art it was that withheld me, and it seemed impossible to leave the world until I had produced all that I felt called upon me to produce, and so I endured this wretched existence.

El genio se compone del dos por ciento de talento y del noventa y ocho por ciento de perseverante aplicación

I would rather write 10,000 notes than a single letter of the alphabet.

It seemed unthinkable for me to leave the world forever before I had produced all that I felt called upon to produce

I will take fate by the throat; it will never bend me completely to its will.

You get tragedy where the tree, instead of bending, breaks.

On the day before classes were supposed to start, Mama took me out to dinner. "You're destined to do small great things," she told me. "Just like Dr. King said." She was referring to one of her favorite quotes: If I cannot do great things, I can do small things in a great way.

There are no silver bullets in life; there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug yourself.

When it rains, her father said it pours.

Corinne is one of those people for whom life is just the space between crises.

You cannot be doomed, after all, as long as you can still see the faint outline of hope on the opposite shore.

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.

Chase every rung of possibility, and you still get absolutely nowhere.

All of us are grieving something. But while we are, we're putting one foot in front of the other. We're waking up to see another day. We're pushing through uncertainty, even if we can't yet see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are battered and broken, but we're all small miracles.

How do you do it? Do what? All of it. You know. Go to class and practice. Make it through the day. Act like ... like none if it mattered. Jason swore beneath his breath and pulled the car over. Then he reached across the seat and brushed his thumb over her cheek; until then, she hadn't been aware she was crying. Trix, he sighed, it mattered.