All Quotes By Tag: Doing

“Keep on reading, thinking, doing and writing! Words keep introducing their friends to you.”

“Love is one of those topics that plenty of people try to write about but not enough try to do.”

“Achievement is not about ‘doing something.’ Rather, it’s about ‘being someone.”

“You plan by dreaming, you learn by doing, and you succeed by persisting.”

“There is no try. There is only do.”

“When you start living the life of your dreams, there will always be obstacles, doubters, mistakes and setbacks along the way. But with hard work, perseverance and self-belief there is no limit to what you can achieve.”

“Doing what you wanted to do was the only training, and the only preliminary, needed for doing more of what you wanted to do.”

“Success is the doing, not the getting; in the trying, not the triumph. Success is a personal standard, reaching for the highest that is in us, becoming all that we can be. If we do our best, we are a success.”

“Don’t mistake activity with achievement.”

“The secret of happiness is something to do.”

“When we’re not thinking but just doing things, that’s when we’re happiest, when we feel most fulfilled.”

“Never underestimate yourself when you do what is right. Never overestimate yourself when you do what is wrong.”

“I don’t so much mind looking back on having lost the election, or having been denied a role in the play, or having had my novel repeatedly rejected, or having been turned down for a date, or recalling laughter at my expense when I attempted some silly challenge.  Those things simply prove that I lived life.  What I do mind, however, is looking back on the lost opportunities where imagined concerns kept me from even trying—lose or win.  I’ve learned that there is no regret in a brave attempt, only in cowering to fear.”

“The sound of thunder awake me, and when I got up, my feet sank into muddy water up to my ankles. Mother took Buster and Helen to high ground to pray, but I stayed behind with Apache and Lupe. We barricaded the door with the rug and started bailing water out the window. Mother came back and begged us to go pray with her on the hilltop. “To heck with praying!” I shouted. “Bail, dammit, bail!”Mom look mortified. I could tell she thought I’d probably doomed us all with my blasphemy, and I was a little shocked at it myself, but with the water rising so fast, the situation was dire. We had lit the kerosene lamp, and we could see the walls of the dugout were beginning to sag inward. If Mom had pitched in and helped, there was a chance we might have been able to save the dugout – not a good chance, but a fighting chance. Apache and Lupe and I couldn’t do it on our own, though, and when the ceiling started to cave, we grabbed Mom’s walnut headboard and pulled it through the door just as the dugout collapsed in on itself, burying everything.Afterward, I was pretty aggravated with Mom. She kept saying that the flood was God’s will and we had to submit to it. But I didn’t see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail – the gumption to try to save ourselves – isn’t that what he wanted us to do?”

“Until you change how you get things done, you’ll never know what works best.”