Quotes About Effort

I know I am incapable of courage unless I have decided to give my life. Without that choice, there is nothing but flight. But you take such a decision on the spur of the moment and you cannot make it last for weeks and months. The mental effort is too great. Hence the rarity of true courage. We generally accept a kind of lame compromise between the destiny and the man, which reason rejects.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

I carried through well with my tennis. I got the respect by usage of the tennis racket.

Tous ces mots étranges, qu'elle déchiffrait syllabe par syllabe en les prononçant du bout des lèvres avec effort, la laissaient désemparée, hésitante.

You try again. You fail better.

It's easier to be happy than to be sad. Being sad takes alot of work. It's exhausting

But sometimes, you have to make your game in the time that you have. If you're always aiming for perfection, you won't make anything at all.

Tomorrow," she said, "we try again. We fail again. We do better.

public failures are different, it's true." "So, what do I do?" she asked. "You go back to work. You take advantage of the quiet time that a failure allows you. You remind yourself that no one is paying any attention to you and it's a perfect time for you to sit down in front of your computer and make another game. You try again. You fail better." "I

The words of Anders Larsson came back to him: "To be good at something is not quite the same as loving it.

I fail in my work every day, but I keep turning over the problems until I'm not failing anymore. But public failures are different, it's true." "So, what do I do?" she asked. "You go back to work. You take advantage of the quiet time that a failure allows you. You remind yourself that no one is paying any attention to you and it's a perfect time for you to sit down in front of your computer and make another game. You try again. You fail better.

What's better than work?" He paused. "What's worse than work?

Ant shrugged. "What's better than work?" He paused. "What's worse than work?

If it doesn't work, all we've lost is a lot of time and money." Sam laughed. "Let's do this," he said.

And sometimes, you get an extra life. But you might kill yourself trying to get the extra life, so it's not always worth it.

All of life's in a sports memoir," she says. "You practice hard and you succeed, but eventually your body gives out and it's over.

Life is Imperfect, God created us to try to make it perfect.

If we are lucky, we love what we love in part because the object is worth the effort. But sometimes the love itself-the elixir of desire-is enough to bestow the object with the transformative glitter it requires.

But walls, whether brick or isolation, don't come down without a corresponding amount of labor.

When you wade, you're kind of bogged down. You can't walk, or run; you're not swimming; you're kind of fighting the water all the time.

Invariably, people who suffer from hoarding problems fail to maintain even the most rudimentary organization of their stuff—but not from lack of effort. Like Irene, most have spent countless hours trying to organize their possessions, with little success. Deficits in executive functions such as planning, categorization, organization, and attention leave them lost amid a sea of things, unable to figure out what to do next.

Most hoarders are capable of discarding things if they can convince themselves that the object will not be wasted, that it will go to a good home, or, as in this case, that the opportunity it presented is no longer available. But the amount of time and effort involved in attaining this certainty makes it impossible to keep up with the volume of stuff entering the home.

Success is not handed to you. You must work hard for it and you must never dishonor what you've achieved.

All persons who are enthusiastic that they should transcend the other animals ought to strive with the utmost effort not to pass through a life of silence, like cattle, which nature has fashioned to be prone and obedient to their stomachs.