Quotes About Perseverance

We are not, indeed, in the front-line, but only in the reserves, yet in every face can be read: This is the front, now we are within its embrace.

?ovek se hvata samo u svojim vlastitim snovima - a nikad u tu?im. ?ovek se hvata ili gubi.

Kartais žmogus netenki dr?sos, - tar? Nataša. - O kitais kartais pamanai, kad prie nusivylim? galima priprasti. Bet taip n?ra. Kiekvien? kart? jie vis labiau skaudina. Jie taip skaudina, kad žmog? pagauna baim?. Atrodo, kad kiekvien? kart? atsiranda vis didesni nudegimai. Ir kiekvien? kart? jie vis l??iau gyja.

Selam duruÅŸ, esas vaziyet, merasim geçiÅŸi, tüfek as, saÄŸa dön, sola dön, topuk vur, küfür, azar, binlerce eziyet! Biz görevimizi baÅŸka türlü düÅŸünmüÅŸtük; bir de bakt?k ki, kahramanl??a, sirk atlar? gibi yetiÅŸtiriliyoruz.

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are thin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscle any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

Es lag ihm nichts daran in einer Zeit, wo alles schwankte, etwas aufzubauen, das in kurzer Zeit wieder zusammenstürzen mußte. Es war besser, zu treiben, als Kraft zu verschwenden, sie war das einzige, was unersetzbar war. Überstehen war alles, bis irgendwo wieder ein Ziel sichtbar wurde. Je weniger Kraft man dazu anwandte, umso besser; man hatte sie dann nachher.

Enese teadmata oleme ikka veel sõdurid.

That they have, indeed! My sisters tell how they had to scrounge to get the supper together. Twice the gendarmes took everything from them at the station. The third time they sewed the eggs inside their cloaks, put the sausages into their blouses and hid the potatoes in pockets inside their skirts. That time they got through.

And we stand still again, and suddenly we feel that everything out there in front of us, that absolute hell, that ragged patch of shell-holes, is still there inside us.

Gribu doties proj?m, bet kaut kas mani spiež palikt. Ja cilv?kam rodas iesp?ja moc?t pašam sevi, tad vi?š to vis l?ti gar?m nelaiž.

ÄŒovek je u namerama uvek veliki, ali ne i u ostvarivanju.

Nach den Jahren hart am Tode war der Wein nicht nur Wein, das Silber nicht nur Silber, die Musik, die von irgendwoher in den Raum sickerte, nicht nur Musik, und Elisabeth nicht nur Elisabeth - sie alle waren Symbole jenes anderen Lebens, des Lebens ohne Töten und Zerstören, des Lebens um des Lebens willen, das schon fast zu einer Mythe und zu einem hoffnungslosen Traum geworden war.

Video sam u svom životu tolike mrtve da je za mene svaka bolest još uvek bila život i nada...

Two years of rifle fire and hand grenades - you can't just take it all off like a pair of socks afterwards -

To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water far away from its center, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably into itself.

we are in a good humour because otherwise we should go to pieces.

JesteÅ›my nikÅ'ymi pÅ'omykami, zaledwie ochranianymi sÅ'abymi Å›cianami przed nawaÅ'nicÄ… rozpadu i bezsensownoÅ›ci, w której trzepocemy siÄ™ i niekiedy prawie ?e toniemy.

Mul tuleb nõrkushoog peale ja ma tunnen äkki, et ei suuda enam. Ma ei tahagi enam sõimata, sest see on mõttetu, vaid üksnes maha kukkuda ja mitte kunagi enam tõusta.

Even a soldier's behind likes to sit soft.

The noises from outside all merge into one another, become a dream which disappears from the waking memory...he sees the woods and stars behind him, and so he moves on, an ordinary soldier, with his big boots and his webbing and his pack, making his tiny way under the sky's great vault along the road that lies before him; a soldier who forgets things quickly and who isn't even depressed much any more, but who just goes onwards under the great night sky.

Ja no kaut k? atsak?s, tad to vairs nepazaud?s, - Georgs saka. - Tikai idioti t? r?kojas.

Izt?le nekad nepievi?.

Sasprindzin?jums bija izzudis, un vi?š jut?s k? cilv?ks, kurš pavisam nejauši uzdrošin?jies uzk?pt uz pl?na ledus un sev par lielu p?rsteigumu redz, ka tas nel?st. Vi?š zina, ka tas ir pl?ns un ka ilgi varb?t neiztur?s, bet pašlaik tas tur, un ar to pietiek.

To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water far away from its centre, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapable into itself.