Quotes about Perseverance
Such is hope, heaven's own gift to struggling mortals...
— Charles Dickens
Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better.
— Charles Dickens
Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.
— Charles Dickens
And from the death of each day's hope, another hope sprang up to live tomorrow.
— Charles Dickens
Ah, that 'if.' But it's of no use to despond. I can but do that, when I have tried everything and failed, and even then it won't serve me much.
— Charles Dickens
She did not greatly alter in appearance. The plain dark dresses, akin to mourning dresses, which she and her child wore, were as neat and as well attended to as the brighter clothes of happy days. She lost her colour, and the old and intent expression was a constant, not an occasional, thing; otherwise, she remained very pretty and comely.
— Charles Dickens
I want," said Defarge, who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker, "to let in a little more light here. You can bear a little more?
— Charles Dickens
There are dark shadows on earth, but the lights are always brighter.
— Charles Dickens
She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.
— Charles Dickens
In London, he had expected neither to walk on pavements of gold, nor to lie on beds of roses; if he had had any such exalted expectation, he would not have prospered. He had expected labour, and he found it, and did it and made the best of it. In this, his prosperity consisted.
— Charles Dickens
The man slept on, indifferent to showers of hail and intervals of brightness, to sunshine on his face and shadow, to the pattering lumps of dull ice on his body and the diamonds into which the sun changed them, until the sun was low in the west, and the sky was glowing. Then, the mender of roads having got his tools together and all things ready to go down into the village, roused him.
— Charles Dickens
For my love was founded on a rock, and it endures!
— Charles Dickens