Quotes About Perseverance

It was one-thirty in the afternoon when the crews scrambled on board each boat;

The sledge astern of the Dudley Docker continually got hung up on bits of ice

The James Caird was in the lead with Shackleton at the tiller.

after a few minutes Worsley angrily cut it loose.

Thus, while Shackleton was undeniably out of place, even inept, in a great many everyday situations

When she had been abandoned twenty-five days before, it had seemed that she would sink at any moment.

Yet now that the journey was done, sanctuary was ironically denied them.

and wait for daylight.

If they were to get out—they had to get themselves out.

Before long the rain turned into sleet, then hail that drummed across the decking.

Shackleton estimated the shelf ice off the Palmer Peninsula—the nearest known land—to be 182 miles WSW of them.

The Caird's bow was brought up into the wind, and the long wait for daybreak was begun.

Unlike the land, where courage and the simple will to endure can often see a man through, the struggle against the sea is an act of physical combat, and there is no escape. It is a battle against a tireless enemy in which man never actually wins; the most that he can hope for is not to be defeated. It gave Shackleton

Their tongues were swollen with thirst

No importa qué posibilidades tenga, un hombre no pone su última esperanza en algo y luego espera que ese algo fracase.

No choice remained but to hoist sail and try to claw their way offshore into the teeth of this fiendish gale.

The Endurance is crushed between the floes, October 24, 1915 (Royal Geographic Society) Frank Wild surveys the wreck of the Endurance on November 8, 1915, during their last official visit to the wreck (Royal Geographic Society)

so that if the ice closed in against her she would be squeezed up and out of the pressure.

she was not constructed so as to rise out of pressure to any great extent.

However, on the trip from London to Buenos Aires

They thus remained almost motionless, while their supply of meat dwindled alarmingly.

They looked up against the darkening sky and saw the fog curling over the edge of the ridges, perhaps 2,000 feet above them—and they felt that special kind of pride of a person who in a foolish moment accepts an impossible dare—then pulls it off to perfection.

There was even a trace of mild exhilaration in their attitude. At least, they had a clear-cut task ahead of them. The nine months of indecision, of speculation about what might happen, of aimless drifting with the pack were over. Now they simply had to get themselves out, however appallingly difficult that might be.

Shackleton wrote, almost timorously, "This may be the turn in our fortune.