Quotes About Perseverance

He does not require that we live a perfect life. He only requires that we try to live as He wills. The only way to fail Him is by giving up.

you can do one of two things. You can blame God for your misery or you can turn to Him and draw strength from His love. He is always there for us.

Pray to God for guidance and take things one day at a time.

It seems I am fated always to be wading through the shite, thought Becket a few hours later, coughing and trying not to breathe through his nose. Before him stretched a foul plain down to the Thames mudflats, lined with long dykes. The nearest steamed gently before him: a dunghill of magnificent, epic size. Stench of piss and shit many weeks old was making the air blue above them and the number of different mephitic and disease-laden odours hardly bore thinking about.

It was our own that were able to bring us home. It was those who were not strong that could give us strength. The mud that covered our bodies and clothes now clung to them as well, but it was the same mud that pulled at our feet, the mud of our own standing place

For the worker bee, life is given over to the grim satisfaction of striking a firm line through a task accomplished. On to the next, and the next. Check, check. Done and done. It explains—and solves—nothing to call this workaholism.

People are not perfect... very often the relationships that are strongest are those where people have worked through big crises, but they've had to work through them. So the challenge to us is to work through that.

While writing the first draft is an exercise in shutting down all of the things we think we know so that the story features come tumbling out, the revision is the end of the joy ride. We pull on the gloves and sort of poke around inside the body. Is that a tumor? Will that limb need amputation? I nearly second-guessed myself into heart failure while learning to self-edit.

Nancy White, a Black inner-city resident, explores the connection between experience and beliefs: Now, I understand all these things from living. But you can't lay up on these flowery beds of ease and think that you are running your life, too.

I just let it be hard while it is hard without going crazy fo it to get easy.

Sometimes she saw herself as a one-woman rescue operation

You will have a story in there. . . or a character, a place, a poem, a moment in time. When you find it, you will write it. Word after word after word after word.

I ask Ama why. "Why," I say, "must women suffer so?" "This has always been our fate," she says. "Simply to endure," she says, "is to triumph.

she is bent under the weight of her burden

This has always been our fate," she says. "Simply to endure," she says, "is to triumph.

Wenn ich jetzt falle, stehe ich nie wieder auf. Also gehe ich weiter.

Simply to end ure," she says, "is to triumph.

Simply to endure is to triumph.

This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.

My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.

I have been beaten here, locked away, violated a hundred times, and a hundred times more. I have been starved, and cheated, tricked and disgraced. How odd is it that I am undone by the simple kindness of a small boy with a yellow pencil.

She'd stand on her own two feet if she had to crawl.

Didn't say it was easy. Said it was simple. Some of the simplest things aren't easy at all.