Betty Smith Quotes

It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

The path to survival was to never give up on the small things.

We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.

I think it's the human spirit inside of all of us that has an enormous capacity to survive.

Survival is triumph enough.

I've seen too much in life to give up.

The secret is not to give up hope. It's very hard not to because if you're really doing something worthwhile I think you will be pushed to the brink of hopelessness before you come through the other side.

My message has always been about resilience.

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this.

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.

Success is survival.

The only lost cause is one we give up on before we enter the struggle.

My strength of character is a privilege. I can do anything to survive. I don't break easily.

Football is like that: you never know when things will change, so you can never give up.

You know, 'people like us,' it involves... it's everybody who has struggled, you know what I'm saying? Everybody who has... who has had a difficult time getting to where they want to be, and now they can look at us as examples of, 'Hey, I can do this because they did it and I see it happening. Maybe I can do it, too.'

You just have to learn how to fall down and get back up again. You just have to keep going.

While we breathe, we will hope.

I'm very much an admirer of people who are reaching for things and trying to survive.

No matter how much you've sinned, no matter how much you've stumbled, no matter how much you fall, no matter how far you've got from God, don't give up. You can still be redeemed. As someone says, keep the faith.

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

I look back on tremendous efforts & exhaustion & dismal looking out of a tent door on to a dismal world of snow and vanishing hopes - & yet, & yet, & yet there have been a good many things to see the other side.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing, in so far as it stands ready against the accidental and the unforeseen, and is not apt to fall.

He was never without misery, and never without hope.

Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.