Quotes About Endurance

He first deceas'd; She for a little tri'd To live without him: lik'd it not, and di'd.

Numai moartea e o for?? la fel de absolut?, dar în lupta de veacuri dintre aceste dou? puteri, dragostea este cea care ia moartea de gât, îi pune genunchiul în piept, o bate ziua È™i noaptea, o învinge în fiecare prim?var?, o urm?reÈ™te pas cu pas È™i-n fiecare groap? pe care aceasta o sap?, dragostea arunc? s?mânÈ›a unei vieÈ›i noi.

Loving the same man or woman all your life, why, that's like supposing the same candle could last you all your life

There are no conditions to which a man may not become accustomed, particularly if he sees that they are accepted by those about him.

A moment's pain can be a lifetime's gain.

But believe me, my dear boy, there is nothing stronger than those two: patience and time, they will do it all.

As a house can be only be built satisfactorily and durably when there is a foundation, and a picture can be painted only when there is something prepared to paint it on, so carnal love is only legitimate, reasonable, and lasting when it is based on the respect and love of one human being for another.

God gave the day, God gave the strength.

He saw either death or the approach of it everywhere. But his undertaking now occupied him all the more. He had to live his life to the end, until death came. Darkness covered everything for him; but precisely because of this darkness he felt that his undertaking was the only guiding thread in this darkness, and he seized it and held on to it with all his remaining strength.

And yet, now that years have passed, I recall it and wonder that it could distress me so much. It will be the same thing, too, with this trouble. Time will go by and I shall not mind about this either.

Is anything--not even happiness but just not torment--possible?

Grief is never fatal.

Ah, don't grieve, little falcon,' he said with that tenderly melodious gentleness with which old Russian women speak. 'Don't grieve, little friend: you suffer an hour, you live an age! So it is, my dear. And we live here, thank God, with no offense. There's bad people, and there's good

To live an honest life you have to strive hard, get involved, fight, make mistakes, begin something and give it up, begin again, struggle endlessly, and suffer loss. As for tranquility — it's spiritual baseness.

Like all those who live in touch with nature and have known want, he was patient and could wait for hours, even days without growing restless or irritable

Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait.

An hour to suffer, a life-time to live.

A MAN IN MOTION always devises an aim for that motion. To be able to go a thousand miles he must imagine that something good awaits him at the end of those thousand miles. One must have the prospect of a promised land to have the strength to move

He looked back on his past life, which had been so wretched. How had he been able to bear that terrible burden? He had borne it because through the darkness flickered a tiny star of hope. Once when he was alive he thought that perhaps a better lot might still be in store for him. But now that he had advanced toward the end, hope, too, was dead.

I looked more widely around me. I looked at the lives of the multitudes who have lived in the past and who live today. And of those who understood the meaning of life I saw not two, or three, or ten, but hundreds, thousands and millions. And all of them, endlessly varied in their customs, minds, educations and positions, and in complete contrast to my ignorance, knew the meaning of life and death, endured suffering and hardship, lived and died and saw this not as vanity but good.

Only the people who are capable to love immensely can, also, feel immense pain: but that same need of love serves them as the cure against pain and it heals them. Because of that, mental nature is stronger than physical nature. Pain never kills.

Did he suffer very much?" asked Pyotr Ivanovich. "Oh, awfully! For the last moments, hours indeed, he never left off screaming. For three days and nights in succession he screamed incessantly. It was insufferable. I can't understand how I bore it; one could hear it through three closed doors. Ah, what I suffered!

Always wetweating-always wetweating!

Of course, if everybody insists on it, there's no help for it.… But believe me, my dear boy, the two most powerful warriors are patience and time: