Quotes About Endurance

Accept finite disappointment but never lose infinite hope—Martin Luther King Jr.

You can forgive a lot when a dim day has a happy ending.

Your least favorite virtue, or nominee for the most overrated one? Faith. Closely followed—in view of the overall shortage of time—by patience.

Very often the test of one's allegiance to a cause or to a people is precisely the willingness to stay the course when things are boring, to run the risk of repeating an old argument just one more time, or of going one more round with a hostile or (much worse) indifferent audience.

The brief answer is that I have become inured without becoming indifferent.

It was well said—by Jean Tarrou in The Plague, I think—that attendance at lectures in an unknown language will help to hone one's awareness of the exceedingly slow passage of time. I once had the experience of being 'waterboarded' and can now dimly appreciate how much every second counts in the experience of the torture victim, forced to go on enduring what is unendurable.

We make no saint of Thomas Jefferson—we leave the mindless business of canonization and the worship of humans to the fanatics—but aware as we are of his many crimes and contradictions we say with confidence that his memory and example will endure long after the moral pygmies who try to blot out his name have been forgotten.

Knowingly burning the candle at both ends and finding that it often gives a lovely light

Like a long train which stops at every dingy little station, the winter dragged slowly past.

Do women ever stop trying? No. But, because they never stop, they learn to be good losers.

We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.

Pain travels pretty well.

It kept him from reaching that place that he hit so, so often in his life, the mind-bending, sob-inducing limit where he said to himself, I just cannot endure any more motherfucking death. No more! Order. Put everything in order. Serve order. That was the why and what of it. Order.

Das Leben war Handeln, es gab keinen Frieden diesseits des Grabes.

feet, and fell again, but this

I have a new name for pain. What's that? The Obliterator. Because when you're in pain, nothing else can exist. Not thought. Not emotion. Only the drive to escape the pain. When it's strong enough, the Obliterator strips us of everything that makes us who we are, until we're reduced to creatures less than animals, creatures with a single desire and goal: escape. A good name, then.

Some troubles no one else should have to endure,especially not those you love.

The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe.

It goes as it does,Argetlam.You cannot hurry perfection.

But you did everything you could, and when you could do no more , you made peace with your fate, and you didn't rail needlessly against it. That is wisdom, not weakness.

If you could have stopped it, or if you could have escaped but you didn't, then you would have lost my respect. But you did everything you could, and when you could do no more, you made peace with your fate, and you didn't rail needlessly against it. That is wisdom, not weakness.

I was in fractures before. I am in fractures now. But the pieces still form the same broken picture.

Misfortune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the brief gaps between disasters.

All we can do is strive to accept our fate with grace, whatever it might be.