Quotes About Endurance

The gym is always open, except when it's closed.

Sunlight and shade,' his oma had commented once. Jathan liked that, mostly because shade meant that even though things were dim for a time, the sun was still there, just on the other side of the barrier.

been made to Preciousss over the last few days, as a stream of

A mere two days without eating and you passed out. It must be tough not being able to photosynthesize.

One day you're going to wake up and the world won't be as dark … One day the air will change, and the sun will feel good on your face again, and when it does, I want you to let it. It won't be a betrayal. It won't mean you've stopped caring. I promise.

Burn and Blister,

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And we can get used to anything as long as we're together, right? That's what's important?

Tui T. Sutherland

hold their breath for up to an hour,

Of course she is — that's what she's been up to this whole time,

Peril came to because her body decided not to drown.

Turtle the Strong and Mighty

I'm tired of fighting … I can't fight any more." Those were his last words.

I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up.... and handle it.

elderly guests were already setting about their business--the business, that is to say, of those who in fact had no business on this earth save that of cautiously steering their respective failing bodies along paths free from discomfort and illness in the direction of the final illness which would exterminate them.

Real results come from putting your momentary needs on hold to pursue larger, more important goals.

enduring, successful companies adhered strictly to a fundamental set of principles that guided their behaviors and decisions over time, preserving the essence of the organization.

I slept as the person in Plutarch that ran from Marathon to Athens without a pause would have slept if he had not fallen dead, the creature.

Tomorrow was another day, at least by the calendar, but the two could hardly be told apart: the heat, the faintly drifting cloud, the ship pitching heavily with no way on her, the flaccid sails, were all the same:

They might not be beautiful, but they were certainly suffering.

He had been quite unprepared for this particular blow, striking under every conceivable kind of armour, and for some minutes he could hardly bear the pain, but sat there blinking in the sun. 'Christ,' he said at last. 'Another day.

Clap on with both hands, sir - never say die - one more heave and we're home, safe and dry.

Patrick Sweeney