Quotes About Endurance

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Unhappy me," quoth she, "and will't not stand? Come, let me rub and chafe it with my hand. Perhaps the silly worm is laboured sore And wearièd that it can do no more.

for though the flame of liberty may sometimes cease to shine, the coal can never expire.

Dukhoborcheskaya

he said. But he also

The woman leads a twofold existence indeed, the depth of her social ostracism being equally only by her stoic endurance. To live in harmony with the society of man, to conform with men's demands, she resigns herself to a self-effacement that is demeaning, she sacrifices herself.

God sweetens outward pain with inward peace.

A contented Christian does not seek to choose his cross but leaves God to choose for him. He is content with both for the kind and the duration. A contented spirit says, 'let God apply what medicine he pleases and let it remain as long as it will, I know that when it has done it's cure and eaten the venom of sin out of my heart, God will take it off again.

The holiness of the saints will not excuse them from sufferings.

The motion of our praise must be like the motion of our pulse, which beats as long as life lasts.

Every cross, to a child of God, is like Paul's cross wind, which, though it broke the ship, it brought Paul to shore upon the broken pieces.

Affliction may leap on us as the viper did on Paul, but at last it shall be shaken off.

Make your mistakes, take your chances, look silly, but keep on going. Don't freeze up.

Facciamo quello che possiamo. Tiriamo avanti, Esteban, come meglio possiamo. Non dura molto, sai,... Il tempo passa. Ti sorprenderà vedere come passa in fretta".

She resembled the swallow in the fable who once every thousand years transferred a grain of wheat, in the hope of rearing a mountain to reach the moon. Such persons are raised up in every age; they obstinately insist on transporting their grains of wheat and they derive a certain exhilaration from the sneers of the bystanders. "How queerly they dress!" we cry. "How queerly they dress!

She had been through hard straits herself and assumed that persons of quality did not discuss them. Steel exists to support pressure.

I will not die, I'll wait here for you, I feel alive, when you're beside ,I will not die, I'll wait here for you, In my time of dying

And so I have to live. Because we live for more than just ourselves, Most of the time we live for others, keep putting one foot before the other, left and right, left and right, so that walking becomes a habit, just like breathing. Ina n out, left and right.

What to do, Smita? She had everything but the gift of years. Nothing we can do. What cannot be cured must be endured.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing.

Hope, thin as a thread, sharp as a fishing line, cut into David's heart." p. 79

My work is not a piece of writing designed to meet the needs of an immediate public, but was done to last for ever.

No matter how perilous the journey, it's never over for true soul mates.