Quotes About Perseverance

The reward of suffering is experience.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

He who learns must suffer.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

Sophokles is a playwright fascinated in general by people who say no, people who resist compromise, people who make stumbling blocks of themselves, like Antigone or Ajax.

Learning comes through pain.

Who acts, shall endure. So speaks the voice of the age-old wisdom.

that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist.

Look - can't you see? The more you kick against the pricks, the more you suffer.

No man can go through life and reach the end unharmed. Aye, trouble is now, and trouble still to come.

Cry Sorrow, sorrow--yet let good prevail.

The brave heart is called to school itself In slow endurance against Griefs that strike deep into the bosom

We call on the gods, and the gods well know what storms torment us, sailors whirled to nothing. But if we are to live and reach the haven, one small seed could grow a mighty tree -

Temos de suportar com o coração impávido a sorte que nos é imposta e admitir a impossibilidade de fazermos frente à força irresistível da fatalidade.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

Time shell be the limit of my suffering.

Cry, cry for death, but good win out in glory in the end.

Break, heart; flow, tears, for-ever.

THE FOX AND THE GRAPES A hungry Fox saw some fine bunches of Grapes hanging from a vine that was trained along a high trellis, and did his best to reach them by jumping as high as he could into the air. But it was all in vain, for they were just out of reach: so he gave up trying, and walked away with an air of dignity and unconcern, remarking, I thought those Grapes were ripe, but I see now they are quite sour.

Slow but steady wins the race.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Self-help is the best help.

The Fawn and His Mother A YOUNG FAWN once said to his Mother, You are larger than a dog, and swifter, and more used to running, and you have your horns as a defense; why, then, O Mother! do the hounds frighten you so? She smiled, and said: I know full well, my son, that all you say is true. I have the advantages you mention, but when I hear even the bark of a single dog I feel ready to faint, and fly away as fast as I can. No arguments will give courage to the coward.

The gods help them that help themselves.