Quotes About Perseverance

I don't want you hurt," he said gruffly. "I know." Her smile was winsome. "But falling isn't the end of the world. I may fall, it's true—in fact, I probably will fall—but really, one can't live without falling now and again.

At first she saw only the mess of roots. There wasn't space in there, surely, for a small dog, let alone a man and boy. But as she watched, a huge hand slapped down on the edge. She started for the hole even as Caliban emerged, head and broad shoulders blackened, clutching Indio to his chest like Hephaestus rising from his underworld forge. She'd never seen such a wonderful sight.

Pay heed: the artichoke is a shy vegetable. She covers herself in spine-tipped leaves that must be carefully peeled away, and underneath shields her treasure with a barricade o' soft needles. They must be tenderly, but firmly, scraped aside. Ye must be bold, for if yer not, she'll never reveal her soft heart.

He had no money or influence here. The clothes on his back were ragged, his moccasins were worn, and he was skeletally thin from lack of food and walking. But he would sail on a ship bound for England even if he had to scrub the decks to pay his way. He was Reynaud St. Aubyn, the Viscount of Hope, and by God or the devil, he was going home.

A man makes many a mistake in his life, some small and inconsequential, some that change the course of everything. The trick is leaving it behind you and going on anyway. Because if you become stuck in the past, in things that can't ever be changed, well then, you're done for.

A man who sets a course and proceeds to sail it, no matter the barriers or odds, is very admirable in my opinion.

She said to him, 'You might melt.' And he said, "If I melt, you can make me again.

And what of those losses that seem unbearable? Separations from people we feel we can't live without?' 'Perhaps our ruin honours the strength of our love.

Then draw everything. Do a hundred drawings a day,' he said fiercely. 'And remember that it's a hellish life.

With effort, I brought my natural self-discipline to bear on each day, and each day calmed me further.

Besides, there are things you have to do for yourself, even if everyone else thinks you're crazy.

We went on growing food and eating and sleeping and I cooked for a big crowd here every day, all my family. What else could we do? You just go on, if you have to.

When God says, "Wait," we can control only two things: how we wait, and who we become along the way.

This went on year after year (1 Samuel 1:7). Not day after day, week after week, or even month after month, but year after year. Some of us can barely wait for our coffee to brew in the morning without a nervous breakdown (don't judge me); how in the name of all that is good and holy are we supposed to survive weeks, months, or years of delay for the real blessings?

There's a funny thing I've noticed about life. When you really dread something, it turns out not to be so bad. It's the unexpected awful things that get you down.

Over and over, we are broken on the shore of life. Our stubborn egos are knocked around, and our frightened hearts are broken open—not once, and not in predictable patterns, but in surprising ways and for as long as we live.

only the most hardy of living things survive renewal.

If I didn't have a ship to go after you, I'd buy one and chase you until I caught you.

precisely because she was

Elizabeth Lowell

The world wasn't going to go away. Ever.

Of death I am as certain as any mortal, Ammerlin, but defeat is certain only in despair.

You have fought a hard battle, in hard conditions, and held a position until help came. Think of it like that.

The quietness spread, from gray eyes that held no hatred for those who spat at her face or tasted her blood, from a voice that could scream in pain yet mouth no curses after, that spoke, between screams, in a steady confirmation of all good. Those