Quotes about Persistence
He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind
— Cormac McCarthy
A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves. No matter even if it kills him? I think so. Yes. No matter what.
— Cormac McCarthy
And yet - and yet - one's kite will rise on the wind as far as ever one has string to let it go. It tugs and tugs and will go, and one is glad the further it goes, even if everybody else is nasty about it.
— DH Lawrence
Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves.
— Dale Carnegie
When the fierce, burning winds blow over our lives-and we cannot prevent them-let us, too, accept the inevitable. And then get busy and pick up the pieces.
— Dale Carnegie
Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall," wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. "Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.
— Dale Carnegie
If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle.
— Walt Whitman
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you
— Walt Whitman
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles
— Walt Whitman
In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador
— Walt Whitman
Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart. It is like a bird that has blundered down the flue and is caught indoors and flutters at the windowpanes. It is like standing a long time on a cold day, knocking at a shut door.
— Wendell Berry
The river, the river itself, leaves marks but bears none. It is only water flowing in a path that other water has worn.
— Wendell Berry