Quotes About Endurance

One key to success is having a clear goal, a plan to achieve it, and then persistence, persistence, and persistence to get there.

Nadie que ama muere jamás

I love things that age well - things that don't date, that stand the test of time and that become living examples of the absolute best.

Y si tú no te has dado cuenta de otra cosa, sí debes darte de ésta: que nosotras siempre estamos dispuestas, lo que no sucede con los hombres; y además de esto, una mujer cansaría a muchos hombres, mientras muchos hombres no pueden cansar a una mujer:

Thus, it is quite clear that things which the natural course of events, with its small, infrequent blows, could never teach the wise to bear with patience, the immensity of this calamity made even simple people regard with indifference.

but I beseech you, as most I may, that you inflict not on her those pangs which you inflicted whilere on her who was sometime yours; for methinketh she might scarce avail to endure them, both because she is younger and because she hath been delicately reared, whereas the other had been in continual fatigues from a little child.

Il dolore è ancor più dolore se tace.

perché coi disgraziati succede così, che una spina scaccia l'altra, e il Signore non vuole ficcarcele tutte in una volta, perché si morirebbe di crepacuore.

Era avvezzo a tutto lui, agli scapaccioni, alle pedate, ai colpi di manico di badile, o di cinghia da basto, a vedersi ingiuriato e beffato da tutti, a dormire sui sassi, colle braccia e la schiena rotta da quattordici ore di lavoro; anche a digiunare era avvezzo, allorché il padrone lo puniva levandogli il pane o la minestra.

Au milieu de tous les changements, nous ne sommes pas entraînés à distinguer les choses qui restent les mêmes. Et c'est un grand problème parce que, quand on y pense, les choses qui ne changent pas sont presque toujours les plus importantes. »

Sino alla morte in balia del viaggio

Water sleeps, but Enemy never rests.

Man cannot survive by bread and water alone, but bread and water and hate?

The moment you think is unbearable forces you to disappoint yourself by bearing it. There's resigned laughter available, for the hilarity of your own durability.

Expect nothing and you don't need the courage to hope, nor the strength to withstand disappointment when nothing comes.

Like her, he didn't buy the Nietzschean line that whatever didn't kill you made you stronger. Sometimes whatever didn't kill you disfigured and debilitated you for the rest of your life instead of killing you. Mere survival was neither here nor there. It was the manner of survival, what you did with whatever it was that didn't kill you.

This would be my torture: all that didn't bear thinking about would devote itself to forcing me to bear thinking about it.

He had a reservoir of tolerance for pain. Finite, though. Pain would empty it, eventually.

That was the treachery of suffering. It took you to the point from which you thought death must follow, then let you know it could hold you there indefinitely. That was when you stopped fearing death and started wanting it, praying for it, begging for it.

You did things that were supposed to end you and found they were only things that changed you. It was a disappointment and a revelation and a bereavement and a new thrilling nudity. It was the basic prosaic obscenity: You kept going.

In the face of every reason for breaking don't break because if nothing, absolutely nothing else I'm here with my hand on you. You're not alone.

We're hanging around waiting for this to not seem so painful when the fact is it's only going to get more painful the longer we hang around.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

Maybe he thought I would run then. Maybe he thought I would be done. But I had been hurt before. I think he underestimated my ability to pick myself up and keep going. Done? Far from it.