Perhaps [he had] persevered for too long, in the face of too many obstacles, his hair proof of his tenacity - the stark black streaked with white or, in certain light, stark white shot through with black, each strand of white attributable to the jungle fever (so cold it burned, his skin glacial), each strand of black a testament to being alive afterwards. Jeff VanderMeer
It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
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Confucius
There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.
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Lemony Snicket
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,...
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Rudyard Kipling
Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.
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Roy T. Bennett
You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you've climbed a mountain.
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Tom Hiddleston
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I am just the biologist; I don’t require any of this to have a deeper meaning. I am aware that all of this speculation is incomplete, inexact, inaccurate, useless. If I don’t have real answers, it is because we still don’t know what questions to...
My Manager forced me to put my beetle in my own ear, a clear waste and an act that gave me nightmares: of a burning city through which giant carnivorous lizards prowled, eating survivors off of balconies. In one particularly vivid moment, I stood on...
Gerard turned away and ignored the cruelty of the meerkats, tore it from his mind. Lucretia needed a heart.
That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.
The Thing about people who wanted to show you things was that sometimes their interest in granting you knowledge was laced with a little voyeuristic sadism. They were waiting for the Look or the Reaction, and they didn’t care what it was so long as...
