Quotes About Endurance

Despair is the offspring of fear and impatience.

Shame is heavier than a bag of salt.

If your boot is too tight, walk barefoot.

You can shake your head but don't break your neck.

A lot of small potatoes makes a big load.

It's because so much happens. Too much happens. That's it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. That's it. That's what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything.

I guess if you take away the pain in life it means having no beauty to hope for.

Pain is sometimes the cost of a meaningful existence. I can handle that.

Perhaps this was rock bottom. But then, she had thought that before, and there was always a little farther to fall.

Each negative experience hardens us a little more to life. Some of us are tough as concrete — but try to leave yourself a few cracks, so that flowers can still grow through.

Let your joy scream across the pain.

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?

A rock was sticking out of the water, jagged and pointed, covered with moss--a remnant of the Ice Age. It had withstood the rains, the snows, the frost, the heat. It was afraid of no one. It did not need redemption, it had already been redeemed.

Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.

For only thus, living each moment separately and looking neither forward nor back, could such a life be borne and a man keep himself alive in hope of better days.

But misfortunes do not last forever (this they have in common with joys) but pass away or are at least diminished and become lost in oblivion. Life on the kapia always renews itself despite everything and the bridge does not change with the years or with the centuries or with the most painful turns in human affairs. All these pass over it, even as the unquiet waters pass beneath its smooth and perfect arches.

Preda mnom je no? bez sna, nedogledna, jarosna, ubila?ka pustinja. ?ini mi se da je živo bi?e ne?e preživetini videti joj kraja. A meni valja živeti i ?ekati. Živeti sa nadom, u ?ekanju. Pa i bez nade.

Samo plivati! Isplivati iz hladne vode i okrenuti le?a svemu, i maštanjima o onom što je bilo, i ?ega nema, i što bi trebalo biti, i ovoj obali i ovom životu. Plivati i isplivati.

I kad oni koji me tla?e, truju i jedu, i koji za drugi život i ne znaju, nalaze u sebi snage, izdržljivosti i veštine za borbu, zašto da je ne na?em ja koji sam gledao i koji ?u opet videti sjaj drugog, lepšeg života za koji nijedna žrtva nije prevelika i nijedna cena previsoka?

Dok ima mraka, bi?e i svanu?a.

Nije dovoljno jednoj stvari le?a okrenuti pa da prestane da nas goni i mu?i.

Tako im prolazi no? i sa njom život, sav od opasnosti i stradanja, ali jasan, nepokolobeljiv i prav u sebi. Vo?eni drevnim i nasle?enim nagonima, oni ga cepkaju i dele na trenutne utiske i neposredne potrebe, gube?i se potpuno u njima. Jer jedino tako, žive?i svaki trenutak odvojeno i ne gledaju?i ni napred ni natrag, može se ovakav život podneti i živ ?ovek sa?uvati za bolje dane.

Sve može biti. Ali jedno ne može: ne može biti da ?e posve i zauvek nestati velikih i umnih a duševnih ljudi koji ?e za božju ljubav podizati trajne gra?evine, da bi zemlja bila lepša i ?ovek na njoj živeo lakše i bolje. Kad bi njih nestalo, to bi zna?ilo da ?e i božja ljubav ugasnuti i nestati sa sveta. To ne može biti.

Sve može biti. Ali jedno ne može: ne može biti da ?e posve i zauvek nestati velikih i umnih, a duševnih ljudi koji ?e za božju ljubav podizati trajne gra?evine, da bi zemlja bila ljepša i ?ovek na njoj živio lakše i bolje. Kad bi njih nestalo, to bi zna?ilo da ?e i božja ljubav ugasnuti i nestati sa sveta. To ne može biti.