Quotes About Perseverance

Somebody has to be tireless, or the fast-buck operators would asphalt the entire coast, fill every bay, and slay every living thing incapable of carrying a wallet.

Nothing goes on forever. And if you stay patient, problems tend to go away in time.

The wide world is full of likable people who get kicked in the stomach regularly.

She trudged along, dutiful as a naughty child.

Soon we will all eat stones.

Somebody has to be tireless, my boy, or the fast buck operators would asphalt the entire coast, fill every bay and slay every living thing incapable of carrying a wallet. And with my left hand I strike the occasional blow of culture.

answer?" I shrugged. "Answer shmanser. In the immortal words of Popeye, I yam what I yam. I know my patterns and limitations, needs and hang-ups. So I go on. Right? I endure. I enjoy what I can. There aren't any more forks in the road to take. Keep walking.

Hoover Hess, the owner, was working the desk. He was a loose, asthmatic, scurfy man with the habitual expression of someone having his leg removed without anesthetic. His smile was a special agony. He had gone as high as a seventh mortgage and been down as low as a second. He averaged out at about four.

The world is the same world. You make it or you don't make it, honey. Nobody picks you up and brushes you off and gives you another run at it.

The wide world is full of likable people who get kicked in the stomach regularly. They're disaster-prone.

Ci sono persone che sognano il successo e altre che restano sveglie per ottenerlo.

Christ wrote a beautiful tune, which the church has often performed well, and often badly. But the melody was never completely drowned out. Sometimes it became a symphony.

Aint no good place to look for a job, young feller. . . . There's jobs all right. . . . I'll be sixty-five years old in a month and four days an I've worked sence I was five I reckon, an I aint found a good job yet.

Emile, you're a goodlooking fellow and steady and you'll get on in the world. . . . But I'll never put myself in a man's power again. . . . I've suffered too much. . . . Not if you came to me with five thousand dollars.

The gates of Hell are open night and day Smooth the descent, and easy is the way But, to return, and view the cheerful skies In this, the task and mighty labor lies.

In Gee's Bend, Alabama, he bent an ear to church-mother Mrs. Eugene Witherspoon, who informed him that watery grits goes with sleazy ways.

Most men wait to move until victory is guaranteed.

Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go. (Josh. 1:6–7, 9)

Part of me knows that prayer is essential; another part of me would rather turn on the TV and check out. And that whole bit about being long-suffering-no way. Part of me wants to just get drunk.

Life needs a man to be fierce—and fiercely devoted. The wounds he will take throughout his life will cause him to lose heart if all he has been trained to be is soft.

The first line grabs me by the throat. "Therefore we do not lose heart." Somebody knows how not to lose heart? I'm all ears. For we are losing heart. All of us. Daily. It is the single most unifying quality shared by the human race on the planet at this time. We are losing—or we have already lost—heart.

This is the time for a young man to stop saying, "Why is life so hard?" He takes the hardness as the call to fight, to rise up, take it on.

Until a man learns to deal with the fact that life is hard, he will spend his days chasing the wrong thing, using all his energies trying to make life comfortable, soft, nice, and that is no way for any man to spend his life.

El corazón de una madre es algo inmenso y glorioso. El corazón de mi madre era amplio, fue dilatado por el sufrimiento y años de aferrarse a Jesús mientras era malentendida, ignorada y juzgada por aquellos a quienes más amaba. Incluyéndome a mí. Le costó mucho amar, le costó mucho ser madre. Siempre es así. Pero te diría que bien valió la pena; que no hay otra forma.