Quotes About Perseverance

I can't walk, so I can't go home. No need to talk, cause I'm all alone. If I stay here they're gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.

What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.

I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay you'll be forgiven, nothing you can say will set me going home.

I believe in living, I believe in birth, I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth and I believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, sea sick sailors, can still be guided home to port

Go big, or go home. Otherwise, you're wasting your youth.

A walk is as good as a home run.

Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.

The Bible says "faith without works is nothing" so destiny is great, fate is great, faith is great - but you still have to work at it. I don't just sit at home and wait for it all to unfold.

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

The first couple of years in the minors were tough for me. My numbers were there, but being away from home so young was tough.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

Above all, let the poor hang up the amulet of temperance in their homes.

And if by chance you have a miserable day, you will come home to a bed that is made—that you made—and a made bed gives you encouragement that tomorrow will be better.

I think about being married again, having a home and a wife. No one can ever be married too many times, and maybe if I keep trying I'll get it right one day.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

When you start you're trying to achieve staying alive and getting home. If you can do both of those, then you stand a chance of breaking the record.

If Christ Jesus be the periode, the end and the lodging-home at the end of your journey, there is no fear ye go to a friend . . . ye may look death in the face with joy.

Practice. I used to sit on the edge of my bed with a six-pack of Tuborg. My brother would go out to party and get laid, come home at 3am., and I would still be playing with myself.

I joined Count Basie's band to make a little money and to see the world. For two years I didn't see anything but the inside of a Blue Goose bus, and I never got to send home a quarter.

Nothing ever comes to an end. Wherever one has sunk roots that emanate from one's best or truest self, one will always find a home.

Editors never buy manuscripts that are left on the closet shelf at home.

Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties!

When you can't climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home.

I am this fiery snail crawling home.