Quotes About Endurance

a hundred-eighty pounds of dead weight—all muscle—to

Demons don't die, Eve, we just learn to live with them.

himself first and last. He'd had to, in order to survive and then to succeed. One was every bit as important to him as the other. The habit was difficult to

Those who survived lived forever with that echo of what was gone sounding inside their heads.

How many of the ragged workingmen who pass him in the street are secret authors of works that will outlast them: roads, walls, pylons? Immortality of a kind, a limited immortality, is not so hard to achieve after all. Why then does he persist in inscribing marks on paper, in the faint hope that people not yet born will take the trouble to decipher them?

What more is required than a kind of stupid, insensitive doggedness, as lover, as writer, together with a readiness to fail and fail again?

Faith means believing in what you do even when it does not bear visible fruit.

Suicide, I had understood, is an act not of body against itself but of the will against the body

Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger.

In my own terms, I am being punished for what happened... I am sunk into a state of disgrace from which it will not be easy to lift myself. It is not a punishment I have refused. I do not murmur against it. On the contrary, I am living it out from day to day, trying to accept disgrace as my state of being. Is it enough for God, do you think, that I live in disgrace without term?

Never is he going to be his old self again. Never is he going to have his old resilience. Whatever inside him was given the task of mending the organism after it was so terribly assaulted, first on the road, then in the operating theatre, has grown too tired of the job, too overburdened. And the same holds for the rest of the team, the lungs, the heart, the muscles, the brain. They did for him what they could as long as they could; now they want to rest.

Imagine: to be prepared to yield, to yield, to have nothing more to yield, to be broken, yet to be pressed to yield more!

On the contrary, I am living it out from day to day, trying to accept disgrace as my state of being. Is it enough for God, do you think, that I live in disgrace without term?

The stories they tell will be different from the stories I heard in the camp, because the camp was for those left behind, the women and children, the old men, the blind, the crippled, the idiots, people who have nothing to tell but stories of how they have endured. Whereas these young men have had adventures, victories and defeats and escapes. They will have stories to tell long after the war is over, stories for a lifetime, stories for their grandchildren to listen to open-mouthed.

Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.

Vivir, dijo Marco Aurelio, exige el talento del luchador, no del bailarín. Basta con mantenerte de pie: no hacen falta pasos hermosos

Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.

This was why people got mated, Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart, they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no could walk on-and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down, no match could torch up, no passage of years could degrade. That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this.

She was glad she didn't know where it would take her. Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out. [Ehlena]

You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

I'm not broken, I'm ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix things. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury me.

Sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out

Phury knelt beside him and stroked his face. I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing. I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here. Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up. God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it? Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room.