T. S. Eliot Quotes

It's just a matter of willpower. The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.

Will is not unfrequently weakness.

I think willpower is very valuable.

Never forget that the key to the situation lies in the will and not in the imagination.

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

Inner strength is very important.

We can feel sad, hurt, demoralized. But we can't give up.

He knew that he was the stuff of which fanatics and madmen are made and that he had turned his destiny as if with his bare will. He kept himself upright on a very narrow line between madness and emptiness and when the time came for him to lose his balance he intended to lurch toward emptiness and fall on the side of his choice.

It is the moment when our resolution seems about to become irrevocable--when the fatal iron gates are about to close upon us--that tests our strength. Then, after hours of clear reasoning and firm conviction, we snatch at any sophistry that will nullify our long struggles, and bring us the defeat that we love better than victory.

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

I cannot give up my will - I must exercise it, putting it into action.

Courage, I now see, is a journey involving self-doubt and self-examination, with the end never in sight.

It's hard to be strong and be weak at the same time. So I spent a lot of time sitting still. Sitting still for hours, not moving a muscle. Really concentrated work, so I'm ready. I'm ready for my performance.

She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.

The first two months were painful and they really tested my manhood because there were times I didn’t want to get up because I was in pain. That willpower has to kick in.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; but it’s not easy being quiet and good, it’s like hanging on to the edge of a bridge when you’ve already fallen over; you don’t seem to be moving, just dangling there, and yet it is taking all your strength.

Emotions are wild horses. It is not explanations that carry us forward, but our will to go on.

Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out.

With the intellect I always have always shall overcome, but that is not the half of the work. The life, the life Oh my God! shall the life never be sweet!

I'm learning new levels of patience, perseverance and desire.