Quotes About Endurance

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Motherhood. Not for sissies.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

I'd try to channel my nervous energy in a positive way into strength and endurance. It didn't always work.

Every mile marker can be met with some measure of trepidation, in a race or in life. Am I on target? Do I have what it takes to finish strong? Am I taking care to stay nourished so I can endure? Is my training proving to be sufficient? Am I prepared for the hills? It is impossible to fathom the full distance, so we make our way to the next mile marker, and the next, checking in with ourselves as we go.

Sweat has the power to end a pity party in such a way that even the hostess is happy.

Running has taken me in and continues to comfort, heal, and challenge me in all kinds of magical ways. I am not a good runner because I am me; I am a good me because I am a runner.

Embrace your sweat. It is your essence and your emancipation.

I may not be desperate. But I'm close.

Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.

Love is what remains when everything else is gone.

If there's one thing I never do, it's stop.

You don't stop loving a person when they're hurt. You get stronger so they can lean on you.

Heartache had been a part of her life so long it had become as familiar as the color of her hair or the slight curve in her spine. Sometimes it was the lens through which she viewed her world and sometimes it was the blindfold she wore so she didn't see. But it was always there. (p117)

I think maybe love can just...dissolve." "No, it does not," her mother said. "So how do--" "You hang on," her mother said. "Until your hands are bleeding, and still you do not let go.

She had been ready to love this man from the moment she first saw him. In all these years, that had never changed. They'd hurt each other, let each other down, and yet, here they were after everything, together. She needed him now, needed him to remind her that she was live, that she wasn't alone, that she hadn't lost everything.

We draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure. —CÉSAR CHÁVEZ

We draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure.

Love rips the shit out of you and puts you back together like a broken toy, with all kinds of cracks and edges. It's not about the falling in love. It's about the landing, the staying where you said you'd be and working to keep the love strong.

Sometimes holding on was all you could do.

Poverty was a soul-crushing thing. A cave that tightened around you, its pinprick of light closing a little more at the end of each desperate, unchanged day.

Remember, cara, hard times don't last. Land and family do.

She knew, too, that love didn't evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn't go away.

Hope is a coin I carry; an American penny, given to me by a man I came to love. There were times in my journey when it and the hope it represented were the only things that kept me going.