Quotes About Perseverance

That our path was hard does not mean it was not also right, nor that it is not paved with blessings.

And as for writing my poetry, he claimed the toil of it was too much strain. Toil? Writing is my life. It is not toil. And he cannot stop me.

But his letters . . . I took them with me, let the "ounces" cry aloud. I tried to leave, and could not. They would not be left; it was not my fault. I will not be scolded.

I will admit that "just Jane" seems to gain insight from hard times. I wish to ask the Almighty about this, for why do we learn more from struggles than victories?

We have to have faith as if everything depends on God, while we work hard as if everything depends on us.

It's said God won't give us more than we can handle.

Having five children in six years is the best training in the world for Speaker of the House.

Good ol' Rex, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

she persuaded him to execute her instead by slowly immersing her in boiling pitch. The beauty of her character as she faced death inspired the conversion of several other people, including one of her guards, Basilides, who was likewise martyred.73

A woman is like a teabag - only in hot water do you realize how strong she is.

A woman is like a teabag. It's only when she's in hot water that you realize how strong she is.

We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself, the means of inspiration and survival. —Sir Winston Churchill

The soldiers became desperate. 'We were absolutely, literally starved,' noted Private Joseph Martin in his diary. After four days without food, he gnawed a piece of black birch bark off a stick. Then, 'I saw several of the men roast their old shoes and eat them.

Determination, the benign cousin of defiance, drove Lucy to continue enlarging her family to compensate for her lost children.

And I ought to stop dreaming about it and start doing it. Right now.

Chopin étude. At first, she rushed, hit the wrong keys, could not get the rhythm right, but she continued, and as the music unwound like a silken rope from a magic skein, she entered that kingdom that art created, between reality and the possibility of other realities, between harsh life and shining beauty, between death and the possibility of eternity, that radiant realm that nourished her soul and made her understand why she lived.

I can't even count the twinges in my hinges, but as they say, if you don't wake up in the morning without something aching, you're dead.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

If it ought to be done, then apply yourself to it strenuously

The survivor gets to tell the story.

In this vale of tears we must take what we're sent, feathery, leathery, lovely or bent.

bless us and deliver us. He will not forsake us. As my husband is fond of saying, "God loves cliff-hangers." He loves to deliver us at the last moment to see if we will trust Him and not flinch.

Dedication and hardwork is a great combination to start with.

We all have our personal Andes.