Quotes About Endurance

The character of greatness must be measured in two ways, else the measurement is flawed. First, and by far most popular of all, is by one's ability to succeed in times of trial where others may fail. But of no less importance, and perhaps foundational to any form of greatness, is one's willingness to start over in spite of failure, when success seems farthest away.

The soul must bend to endure.

EVENTUALLY, MORNING CAME. Morning always comes. There are always losses in the night, a price paid for light.

A journey does not end when it ends.

There comes a point when life is not worth enduring if one steps back.

The two men were still in the habit of taking this last glass together; the depth and endurance of friendship marked as much in their silence as in the words.

Maybe it is the art that will outlive us all.

Patience is the art of concealing your impatience.

As soon as the creatures were destroyed he could learn to live again.

A properly constructed warm-up involves three things: loosening the joints, warming the body, and light stretching. Ideally it will also activate core stabiliser muscles, increase strength, and increase both aerobic and anaerobic endurance.

You are not required to start over, but you are required to keep going.

The first night, a rock, big as two fists. The second, a rock big as three. But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed. (Though oaken as man could be.) The third night, a silvery ring of glass. Patience arched to endure, But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood Was staining her gaze so pure.

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray.

To say yes is to die A lot or a little.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again.

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night." You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.

But it is never over; nothing ends until we want it to. Look, in shattered midnights, On black ice under silver trees, We are still dancing, dancing.

You can go on losing after loss.

He preacheth patience that never knew pain.

We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.

Let perseverance be your engine and hope your fuel.

In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins, not through strength but by perseverance.

Every day lasts a year. I never enjoy anything. And every morning when I wake up I dread having to face the world again.