Quotes About Endurance

Even the Doughskins had to admit it: in this world, only stone could claim to last.

Screw the end of the world. The world doesn't end. Humans aren't the kind of things that have endings.

Wilderness is a temporary condition through which we are passing to the Promised Land.

and had occasion to think on the Italian proverb, " To wait for one who does not come; to lye a bed not able to sleep; and to find it impossible to please those whom we serve; are three griefs enough to kill a man.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Always sailing, sailing, sailing...never quite reaching.

There are some Questions, some battles, some Hiccups that are worth losing a world for. And perhaps even when all ends in disaster, you cannot do the wrong thing, if you do it out of love.

If it doesn't end well, then it isn't the end

text from Joanie: "R u ready to roll? Hang in there. It will be over soon. C u tonight. Luv u." He texted back: "All systems go. C u soon. Love u.

Victory will not go to those who can inflict the most suffering, but to those who can survive the most.

Do people remember only what they can endure, or distort memories until they can endure them?

Si vedrà chi ha più pazienza, la guerra o Napoli.

You were going to fall, you always did, but you had to get up fast and keep going.

What has no shadow has no strength to live.

If you don't like it, alter it. If you can't alter it, put up with it.

Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him.

A bird doesn't feel sorry for itself in the winter.

Keep going until something stops you, then keep going.

Tenacity is not stubbornness elevated to the level of stupidity. It is commitment to the result regardless of what has to be endured along the way.

Work through the constant challenge of tough situations that knock you down. Then get up. If you get knocked down again, get up. If you get knocked down again, get up again. Occasionally you may slow down, but don't stop.

Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.

She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

Goodness, man, don't be so lachrymose.