Quotes About Progress

Every masterpiece comes at the end of a long line of failures.

So, that went well, said Fang.

I'm glad I'm feeling this way. I'm really glad. Dr. Keyes looked rather dismayed. Really, sweetheart? Yes. And I don't want to let it go. Not yet. I'm just starting to feel it. And it feels...I don't know. Right, I guess. Maybe even...good.

Every journey begins with one step.

Father Alfred D'Souza. D'Souza had written: "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin—real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.

For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin—real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.

Don't mistake the edge of a rut for the horizon.

That's when I realized she hadn't really left for good. She'd just gone on ahead a little.

Dreams suck. You think you've conquered something, you work on it over and over and tell yourself you're getting better, you will yourself to get better, you congratulate yourself on getting better. And then you close your eyes at night, you drift off into another world, and suddenly your own brain is tapping you on the shoulder and saying, Guess what? You're NOT better!

Life goes on. It just does, whether we're ready for the next chapter or not. Embrace it.

The day, and it was a day, that writing started to be fun for me, the day things began to really click, was the day I stopped trying to write sentences and started writing stories.

But after a while, you know, I find it better to face in one direction, in front of you, just let the past lay and get on with it

It's a baby plane," Angel whispered when we first got inside the dollhouse-like interior. "It's going to grow up to be a seven forty-seven someday.

I had made a friend. My second one in fourteen years. I was on a roll.

If you're going around in circles, maybe you're cutting corners.

Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to," said Fang.

Here's the best I've come up with about recovering from the death of somebody we love. It goes like this. When we're little, maybe one or so, we learn how to walk. Somehow we figure out how to get up on our two feet and take a scary step forward. Maybe we fall down. But we get up again. We take another step. We move forward. We move on. We just don't forget.

I made a pleasant discovery. You work hard at something eight hours a day, you get better. Not a lot better necessarily, but a little better, and that's just fine, because improving at golf, or anything else probably, is just a matter of making an endless series of tiny improvements.

third or fourth.

The more you read, the better you get at it.

through his hair nervously. "It's simple, really. The more we ask technology to do for us, the more power we have to give it.

We're on our way. I don't know.

Just as the snake sheds its skin over and over, we must shed our past.

and another one was coming in behind me.