Quotes About Perseverance

And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed.

One leg was stained with blood down to the ankle, and he walked with a ginger, spraddled gait, but he would on no account let a "wumman" lay hands on him to see what was the matter.

Leaving me to plant the rest of the garlic, Mrs. Fitz sailed away like a galleon, young Alec bobbing in her wake. I worked contentedly through the morning, planting garlic, pinching back dead flower heads, digging out weeds and carrying on the gardener's never-ending battle against snails, slugs, and similar pests. Here, though, the battle was waged bare-handed, with no assistance from chemical antipest compounds.

We jolted along for a couple of hours in this manner, but the pain grew steadily worse, keeping me shifting in the saddle incessantly.

Then ye live with it, laddie, he said softly. That's all.

risings in two days were taking their toll.

Whatever problems we might be facing - and I knew there were plenty - we were together. Forever. And that was enough.

Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism. No

For your sake, I will continue—though for mine alone Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I would not.

It may," the deeper voice agreed. "It may rain straight up tomorrow instead of down, as well. That doesna mean I'll stand waiting at the stairhead wi' my wee bucket turned upside down.

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past

Mmphm. Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out." He turned and, cupping my chin, kissed me gently. "And nor will we.

There's worse has happened to others, lass," he said quietly. Then he let go and the spell was broken.

It wasn't a very

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt, and it does not really matter much which. I

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you

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Nós dois já temos fantasmas suficientes, Sassenach. Se os males do passado não podem nos estorvar, também qualquer medo do futuro não deve fazê-lo. Temos apenas que esquecer tudo que ficou para trás e seguir em frente. Sim?

Over the years, I'd seen a lot of sweet, amiable, biddable patients, who succumbed within hours to their ailments. The angry, irascible, difficult sons of bitches (of either sex) almost always survived.

shoved those pusillanimous images firmly back into the

Weel, lass, d'ye mean us to stand here until we're melted away like sugar in a dish o' tea?

Mac had found him. A big hand had suddenly reached down and grabbed him, and the next minute he was lifted up, bruised and scraped and bleeding but clutched tight against the Scottish groom's rough shirt, strong arms holding him as though they'd never let him go.

I—yes. All right.

The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don't come back from.