Quotes About Endurance

Strength did not exist unless it was tested.

John estaba comenzando a entender que las emociones del corazón eran como los tendones del cuerpo. Podías estirarlos y estirarlos, y sentir el dolor del esfuerzo... y hasta cierto punto, la articulación seguía funcionando y la extremidad se podía flexionar, podía soportar peso y seguir siendo útil después de que pasaba la tensión. Hasta que se rompía.

Às vezes, o facto de sermos forçados a ser fortes era o suficiente para nos convertermos, realmente, no que devíamos ser.

Don't make me flip you off." "Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

Some days lasted forever, Phury thought much later. And when the sun went down, there was still no end to them.

You've been tired for centuries, Phury. It's time to let go of me. Don't think I can.

I'm in this forever.

Sir, winning is usually a matter of making one less mistake than the enemy or just getting up one more time than you get knocked down.

The result is that you get about 3 minutes at O2max in runs one and two, but you get no time at max in runs three, four, and five. What was the purpose of the workout? If it was to hurt, you accomplished the purpose, but if you had planned to spend 15 minutes or so stressing your aerobic maximum, you missed that completely.

Marriage is composed of three rings: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim...

It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.

Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.

Something good will come out of all things yet--And it will be golden and eternal just like that--There's no need to say another word.

Accept loss forever.

stick at it like a benni addict

We live to long, so long I will

I promise I shall never give up and that I'll die yelling and laughing.

Beat doesn't mean tired or bushed, so much as it means beato, the Italian for beatific: to be in a state of beatitude, like St. Francis, trying to love all life, trying to be utterly sincere with everyone, practicing endurance, kindness, cultivating joy of heart. How can this be done in our mad modern world of multiplicities and millions? By practicing a little solitude, going off by yourself once in a while to store up that most precious of goals: the vibrations of sincerity.

pain can work form the outside in.

But I figure passion's like the wind in the trees out there. Blows hard for a while and feels strong and clean while it's blowing and maybe it even blows so long and hard that you start living with it. It feels like the wind's a part of you, like it's essential, if you know what I mean, something you can hardly imagine life without. But it's got to pass. So you can get on with things without all the confusion of that wind in your hair.

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.

There was nothing the matter with them except they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil.