Quotes About Endurance

You don't need right - if you have strength

I love you. I'll love you forever. But I have to do this.

Bad day? -Bad Century

It's not over till it's over.

What do you do with somebody who keeps killing you over and over?

Sudden love takes the longest time to be cured.

A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.

We are all strong enough to endure the misfortunes of others.

We bear, all of us, the misfortunes of other people with heroic constancy.

Few people know death, we only endure it, usually from determination, and even from stupidity and custom; and most men only die because they know not how to prevent dying.

Cette année, pareille à tant d'autres, n'avait pas été l'année de la Fin du monde et nul ne songeait à s'en étonner.

Partial repetitions is another technique that I used -- sparingly. I was always a fan of doing full repetitions on every set. However, at the very end of a set where you cannot do any more, and especially if you don't have a training partner, the partial repetitions are good for eking out a little bit more out of the exercise.

She needs to know she wasn't weak. She needs to know she was strong enough to survive and they didn't because she was strong enough to hold on until help could arrive. It will help her heal.

I know that pain has festered, chewed and twisted your insides so you, at times, don't know the person who resides there anymore.

I have one instinct stronger than any other thing in life, and that is the instinct for survival.

Frivolity is the species' refusal to suffer.

There wasn't any point in living when all you could do was survive.

Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won--some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it--but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies.

It's all I want, to be beside you, helping you. If it takes forever, all the better, if it's forever with you.

Hate could do that, too - live off nothing but itself - but not forever.

What filled her wasn't desire, but tenderness, and a profund gratitude that he lived, and she did, too. That he had found her, and that he had found her again. And... dear gods and stardust... yet again. Let that be the last time he ever needed to come looking for her.

Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.

Belief like that, that hasn't tasted any real hope in centuries, but has been fed and tortured on darker things-loneliness, desperation-it doesn't simply subside when faced with its own end. It doesn't accept or adapt, it exists in spite of reason, and will only ever defy it.

I kept thinking about that drawing in the war council, and our part in all of this. We cheat the bowl. We keep filling it back up, and the monsters keep stabbing their giant forks in, and because of us, there's always more for them to eat. We never lose but we never win, either. We just keep on dying. Is that what we do?