I've just read Laini Taylor's blog and found it inspirational (view is here Laini's Blog). She talks about dreams and always aiming high, not having a fall back option and not settling for second best.
Here is some text from my novel:
Tears wanted to come, flood down my face, but I was all dried out. Maybe you only got a certain amount and when you used them all no more would come. Jakes face was peaceful, his eyelashes resting on his cheeks, a slight smirk on his lips, but his face was pale, almost like mine and when I felt his skin it was cold. I wanted to fight and yell and scream, take on some strik, like a whole army and beat them all. But what would Jake want?
I still feel like I have a long way to go, but at least I am working towards finishing my novel.