Quotes About Perseverance

Such were my years then. I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated on, believing those dull miseries were all there was, until the end of days.

His voice was quiet. "You do not give things up so easily now as you once did," he said.

Umut edebileceÄŸim tek ÅŸey...

There was a long silence, and I almost thought he had not heard me. At last, he said: "Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.

Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

Madeline Miller

The world around me narrowed to the pounding of my feet, and the next dusty length of road.

No wonder I have been so slow, I thought. All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a shop without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.

You are weak and blind, and it is worse because you choose it.

He says, it will be all right. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

You have eked out ten more years of life, and I'm glad for you...You have made a fair run of blocking fate's path. But you cannot do it forever. The gods will not let you.

I spent 10 years of my life gambling, they always hated that and tried to stop me. I never defended myself, you know me well, I never defend my actions because I know that time heals what reason cannot. And here we are, they finally understand why gambling is so fun. Thanks, Achilles.

A moment passed, and I looked at her stained hands on the table before me. "And? Are you going to tell me? How goes your witchery?" She smiled her inward smile. "You were right. It is mostly will. Will and work.

It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.

He was tired of living among ashes,

La culpa me inmovilizaba en la cama como si se tratara de un ancla. Solo me hizo mover el recuerdo hiriente de Quirón. «No renuncies a las cosas con tanta facilidad como hiciste una vez».

But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it—in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. Two months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death.

Odiseo, hijo de Laertes, el gran viajero, príncipe de mil argucias y artimañas, me había enseñado sus cicatrices y, a cambio, me había permitido fingir que yo no tenía ninguna.

But endurance had always been my virtue, and I kept on.

he would sail to troy and i would follow him, even into death

But there was a line of rallied Greeks behind me screaming my name. His name. I did not stop.

We will be back soon, Achilles said, again.

You have eked out ten more years of life, and I am glad for you. But the rest of us -" His mouth twists. "The rest of us are forced to wait for your leisure. You are holding us here, Achilles.

It will be all right. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.