Quotes About Endurance

Shall we do without hope? Some days there will be none. But now to the dry and dead woods floor they come again, the first flowers of the year, the assembly of the faithful, the beautiful, wholly given to being.

He went through the old motions of his life, taking care of what needed caring for, keeping mostly quiet about what was on his mind. But his hard waiting changed him; you could see it in his face.

but we didn't speak of what was bothering us the most. Maybe we didn't need to. It couldn't have been "talked out." It had to be worn out.

I knew he that he didn't have the strength to get free. His life was being driven by a kind of flywheel. He had submitted to it and accepted it. It was turning fast. To slow it down or stop it and come to a place that was moving with the motion only of time and loss and slow grief was more, that day, than he could imagine. I knew too that it was more than he could bear.

What can't be helped must be endured.

What can't be helped must be endured, Mat Feltner said. And he was a man who knew.

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.

She cared for him without hope, because she had passed the place of turning back or looking back. Quietly, almost submissively, she propped herself against him, because in her fate and faith she was opposed to his ruin.

Whatever happens, those who have learned to love one another have made their way to the lasting world and will not leave, whatever happens.

But there, in her diminishment, she seemed to resemble only herself, as if suffering finally had singled her out.

We must take love to the limit of time, because time can not limit it. A life cannot limit it. Maybe to have it in your heart all your life in this world, even while it fails here, is to succeed. Maybe that is enough.

To have the two of them there, at opposite corners of the table, with their long endurance in their faces, and their present affection and pleasure, was a blessing of another kind.

The slight, the facile and the merely self-glorifying tend to drop away over the centuries, and what we are left with is the bedrock: Homer and Milton, the Greek tragedian and Shakespeare, Chaucer and Cervantes and Swift, Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy and James and Conrad. Time does not make their voices fainter, on the contrary, it reinforces our sense of their truth-telling capacity.

Perseverance is where the gods dwell.

Disco will... never be over. Disco will always live in our minds and hearts. Something like this, that was this big and this important and this great, will never die.

that would be too much like running away, and that, she would not do. She does not run—they cannot make her—she walks.

Taking action is hard, but know what? Enduring a bad situation can be its own hell.

Art is long, life is short.

Candella Rautenbach.

This was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, forged like steel in the furnace of life.

toughening-up process

Devo manter meu coração cheio de amor hoje pois de que outra maneira poderei suportar mais este dia?

O sofrimento é um longo momento. É impossível dividí-lo em estações. Só podemos registrar os seus humores e relatar suas idas e vindas. Para nós o tempo não avança, apenas anda em círculos, parecendo girar em torno de um núcleo de sofrimento.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.