Quotes About Endurance

Life is short, the art long.

Being alive is sign of strength!

I will never give up... I will never give up! As long I'm still breathing in this world... As long I'm still standing, I will never give up!!!

Don't feel insecure just because you lost!! We are Fairy Tail! We're from the guild that doesn't know when to stop! We won't survive unless we keep running!

We'll stop it, even if my body crumbles to bits I'll stop it with my soul!

The moment you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long.

If you run out of strength today, borrow some from tomorrow

It was a little before noon on March 9, 1974, and I was on a slope about two hours away from Wakayama Point.

The sun began to sink. I inspected my rifle and retied my boots.

My group at least was trying to stretch out its rice supply, and sometimes we were able to supplement the rice with bananas or meat from a cow we had killed.

About ten days after Shimada died, a Philippine Air Force plane trailing a streamer behind it passed over several times. It dropped leaflets, and a loudspeaker kept saying, "Onoda, Kozuka, the war has ended." This infuriated us. We wanted to scream out to the obnoxious Americans to stop threatening and cajoling us. We wanted to tell them that if they did not stop treating us like scared rabbits, we would get back at them someday, one way or another.

Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda was officially declared dead in December, 1959. At the time it was thought that he and his comrade Kinshichi Kozuka had died of wounds sustained five years earlier in a skirmish with Philippine troops. A six-month search organized by the Japanese Ministry of Health and Welfare in early 1959 had uncovered no trace of the two men.

One's nature is like a mountain

The world isn´t kind to those who love.

You will kill ten of us, we will kill one of you, but in the end, you will tire of it first.

Happiness is a form of courage.

The life of the person sentenced to this punishment trickled away drop by drop.

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubbornness.

Pain makes you strong, Madoc once told me, making me lift a sword again and again. Get used to the weight.

You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself that strong.

Death's favorites don't die.

Mortals are fragile,' I say. 'Not you,' he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. 'You never break.

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.