Quotes About Perseverance

And I will always keep a fire," he said, "burning for you always. If you will allow me.

If my childhood had given me anything, it was endurance.

Madeline Miller

It was no world I knew, but I would live in it as long as he would let me.

I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing.

roots clung hard a moment before yielding

On peut apprendre à une vipère à vous manger dans la main sans pour autant lui enlever le goût de mordre.

At Troy he found at last a scope to equal his abilities

Every night when he slept, I stood over his bed and told myself: tomorrow I will do better.

My hands were cut almost to blood by jagged shards of rock. My feet left stains where they stepped. The pain was welcome, ordinary and clean. So easy to bear it was laughable.

How often in those days did I think of Odysseus' smiling child? I tried his trick, along with all the rest. Held my son's floppy body up into the air, promised him he was safe. He only screamed louder. Whatever made the prince Telemachus so sweet, I thought, it must have come from Penelope. This was the child I deserved.

Contemplé su noble rostro; noble no por su belleza, sino porque, como el buen metal, había sido templado y golpeado hasta volverse fuerte.

Such patience mortals must have, I thought, to drag themselves through it hour after hour.

I learned to sleep through the day so that I would not be tired when he returned; he always needed to talk then, to tell me down to the last detail about the faces and the wounds and the movements of men. And I wanted to be able to listen, to digest the bloody images, to paint them flat and unremarkable onto the vase of posterity. To release him from it and make him Achilles again.

Even a best iron grows brittle with too much beating

Everything they reach for slips from their grasp." A chill shivered across my skin. "How do they bear it?" "As best they can.

You knew this would come. I cannot rot all my life underground, with nothing of my own.

It is mostly will. Will and work.

I would live on, through each scalding moment to the next.

Einen perfekt austarierten Bogen hatte Odysseus sie genannt. Einen Fixstern. Eine Frau, die sich selbst genau kennt.

There was grief, and so there always would be. But the gray fog was gone. I felt distant and very clear, like a hawk born upon the highest aether.

i will never leave him. it will always be this, for as long as he will let me.

The gray-eyed maiden has ever been kind to me," Odysseus said, almost apologetically. "She knows why I am here; she blesses and guards my purpose.

Odysseus looks at the young man's implacable face. "I have done my best," he says. "Let it be remembered I tried." I remember.