Quotes About Perseverance

wild patience has taken me this far

Every church throughout history whose members were willing to surrender their lives for the sake of Christ witnessed dramatic and spontaneous growth.

Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering." Hardship is what makes the story of our lives more compelling in the telling. The

Curious that we spend more time congratulating people who have succeeded than encouraging people who have not.

Keep on starting and finishing will take care of itself.

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

When writing a novel, that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.

In many ways, it was much, much harder to get the first book contract. The hardest thing probably overall has been learning not to trust people, publicists and so forth, implicitly.

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

you thank your heavenly father for giving you strength to stand up to his trials and figure there must be a plan behind it all, a reason for so much pain and you just…go on.

All these wounds that I can't get unwound

The only reason I am alive is because I could not die.

I remember thinking, "How does anyone survive something like this? And if they do, what kind of person comes out the other end?" I didn't know, but throughout that dark time of grief, sorrow, desolation, and complete despair, something in me seemed determined to carry on. Something would come up.

One day I feel I'm on top of the world And the next it's falling in on me I can get back on I can get back on One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel, And the next it's rolling over me I can get back on I can get back on It's a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it

there must be a sequence to learning, that perseverance and a certain measure of perspiration are indispensable, that individual pleasures must frequently be submerged in the interests of group cohesion, and that learning to be critical and to think conceptually and rigorously do not come easily to the young but are hard-fought victories.

Our youth must be shown that not all worthwhile things are instantly accessible and that there are levels of sensibility unknown to them.

Put yourself in the shoes of an eighteenth-century country doctor. You're treating a very ill patient. You've tried everything, yet nothing seems to work. So, in desperation, you put together a mixture of herbs and potions. Your patient takes the mixture and recovers. Eureka! Your medicine works, you've found a miracle cure. What you don't see, in your enthusiasm, is that the patient was getting better anyway.

For the rest of your life you honestly believe it was your mixture which caused the recovery.

Neil S. Plakcy

New York Times