Quotes About Perseverance

I stepped out on faith to follow my lifelong dream of being an author. I made real sacrifices and took big risks. But living, it seems to me, is largely about risk.

All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art. JL Borges

Faith by its very nature must be tried... what God does with our faith must be something like workouts. He sees it to that our faith gets mushed and pulled, stretched and pounded, taken to it's limits so its limits can expand... If it doesn't get exercised, it becomes like a weak muscle that fails us when we need it.

but I tell you now that it's not too late---no matter how deep the wound. (Regarding forgiveness)

She thought that one of the hardest parts of marriage was being loving when both partners were exhausted or wounded at the same time. When you had the least strength, that's when you had to dig beyond your limits and grab whatever could be found and give it away.

I've forgiven him. Again and again. Once done, of course, back comes the Enemy to persecute and prosecute, and I must ante up to God and forgive yet again.

My work is awfully labored just now. Sometimes it has the most wondrous life of its own, it fairly pulls me along—rather like wind surfing! At other times, it drags and mopes, so that I despair of ever writing another word or drawing another picture. I've found that if one keeps pushing along during the mopes, out will flash the most exhilarating thought or idea—a way of doing something that I had never seen before—and then, one is off again, and hold on to your hat!

When I speak of God's will, it helps to know that he wants the best for us. If you can't believe he's there, pray anyway. If you feel he's cheap and withholding, thank him anyway. There will come a time when you'll thank him even for the hard places.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13

In the end, would he be able to say with Paul, I have fought a good fight! I have finished the course! I have kept the faith! Time, which tells everything, would tell that, also.

thus far, and grace will lead me home . . . .

For all things work together for good . . ." he murmured, quoting from the book of Romans. "Use this for good," he prayed.

His feelings of panic had passed once before; it would pass again, he told himself. He must go forward on faith, not feeling.

Though we don't do it often enough, it's easy to have a grateful heart for food and shelter, love and hope, health and peace. But what about the hard stuff, the stuff that darkens your world and wounds you to the quick? Just what is this everything business? "It's the hook. It's the key. Everything is the word on which this whole powerful command stands and has its being.

everybody is trying to swallow something that won't go down

Fishin' promotes patience, Madelaine! Patience! A boy has t' learn he can't always have what he wants, when he wants it. Look at th' state of th' world. Most of th' troubles t'day come from havin' no patience. An' take perseverance, that's a absolute requirement if a boy's gon' make anything of hisself.

I've found that if one keeps pushing along during the mopes, out will flash the most exhilarating thought or idea—a way of doing something that I had never seen

Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

You love him, I can see it.' 'More than anything.' That alone should be enough, he thought, but of course it never is. Courage has to come in there somewhere, and perseverance and forbearance and patience and all the rest. A job of work, as Uncle Billy would say, but worth it and then some.

In everything give thanks. That was the lifeboat in any crisis. Over and over again he had learned this, and over and over again, he had to be reminded.

You love him, I can see it." "More than anything." That alone should be enough, he thought, but of course it never is. Courage has to come in there somewhere, and perseverance and forbearance and patience and all the rest. A job of work, as Uncle Billy would say, but worth it and then some.

He didn't want to 'snuggle in' for the winter. He wanted to do something that got his blood up and skip the depression he sometimes suffered when 'earth stood hard as iron.

He knew only that he must get on with his life, which lately seemed to have passed him by.

The height of the mountaintop is measured by the drab drudgery of the valley.