Quotes About Endurance

I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compared to the one in my heart.

What can't be helped must be endured.

Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one's own heart and spirit that would be destroyed by acquiescence.

New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

Stand up and take your dissonance like a man.

Christians have many good reasons for hope. Optimism is another matter. Optimism assumes that, sooner or later, things will naturally turn out for the better. Hope has no such illusions. That

Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks... Weeks feel like months... Months like years... Years like centuries... Centuries like... You get the idea.

A glacier will frequently move forward one foot while retreating three feet... Which reminds me a lot of myself!

Many persons grow insensibly attached to that which gives them a great deal of trouble, as a mother often loves her sick and ever-ailing child better than her more healthy offspring.

Pain's not bad, it's good. It teaches you things. I understand that.

Child," she said placing her head to mine and her callused fingers on my cheek, "you can whip it and beat it senseless, you can drag it through the streets and spin on it, you can even dangle it from a tree, drive spikes trough it, and drain the last breath from it, but in the end, no matter what you do, and no matter how hard you try to kill it, love wins.

Waiting for somebody does that. It turns minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to several lifetimes.

Pain is weakness leaving your body

Football is not played with strong arms and fast feet, it's played with heart. Grow your heart and your arms and feet will follow... You play long enough and you might find yourself in a place where your arms and feet fail you... That's when you find out what's in your heart.

Hope has a funny way of cracking people down the middle. Cutting through the tough places.

sometimes it's hard to see what could be, what we hope for, through the hurting part of what is, 'cause sometimes stuff hurts so much that we can't see nothing. But then sometimes what we hope for, well, seems like if we hope it long enough, hard enough, deep enough, it becomes what it.

I guess sometimes it's got to hurt before it can get better." I nodded. "Hearts are like that.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a host of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus.

When you boil it down," he said, holding out his hand and counting with his fingers, "all we got left, all anybody's got, is faith . . . and hope . . . and love." He looked at his three fingers. "And we all gonna make it. All three of us.

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the magnetic hope that bubbled forth from each, a hope that no power in hell or on earth could ever extinguish.

We must each of us bear our own misfortunes.

Lord, help me to wait expectantly, to act purposefully, and to trust You to see me through to the end. Amen.

Stand still... and refuse to retreat. Look at it as God looks at it and draw upon His power to hold up under the blast.