Quotes About Perseverance

The boy who refused to lose his soul.

Know yourself, he thinks, as they sail past his house. And go in swinging.

Always," I say to him. "Every time.

I'd keep my eyes open, remember who I was, and go in swinging

If you can't pray it away, it's not a real problem.

That's another thing about Noise. Everything that's ever happened to you just keeps right on talking, for ever and ever.

That was how the world worked, wasn't it? You set your sights on something, and life came along with a sucker punch.

How have you made it this far in life, George? How do you not get eaten alive by the world out there?

I think that maybe everybody falls" I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don´t think that´s the asking"... "I think the asking is whether we get back up again

If they can snuff out that part of you that's good, the part of you that won't kill, then they win, don't you see? If they can do it to you, they can do it to anyone. And they win. They WIN!

No, life didn't always go how you thought it might. Sometimes it didn't make any sense at all. You've just got to find a way to live there anyway.

He survives, does our Todd.

Stories don't end with the writers, however many started the race.

But fog does not stop the Land. We simply open our voices wider, passing the small steps in front of us along and along and along, each to each, until a whole picture of the march opens in front of us and our own limited physical sight in the fog becomes a single walking vision. The Land is not blind. The Land marches.

His chest still burned, so much he couldn't tell where the anger stopped and the wound began.

I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

Isn't dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you're dead, too.

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and my thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

If war is hard - and it is, forever and always - then after war is just as hard, in a different way.

Yo pienso así —afirmo mientras mis pensamientos van surgiendo e inmiscuyéndose con el ruido—. Creo que todo el mundo cae —asevero—, todos nosotros sin excepción. Y me parece que la cuestión no es esa. La sujeto por los hombros para asegurarme de que me está prestando atención. —Me parece que la cuestión es si somos o no capaces de levantarnos.

The devil always outnumbers his foes," he said. "Even if he is alone.

Y él supo que era entonces. Supo que de verdad no había vuelta atrás. Que iba a pasar, independiente de lo que él quisiera, independiente de lo que sintiera. Y supo también que lo iba superar. Sería terrible. Mucho más que terrible. Pero sobreviviría

hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?