Quotes About Endurance

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.

A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.

At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.

Illegitimi non carborundum, I suppose.

I had just forgotten, somehow, that life was struggle, and the only reward was to be allowed to live a little longer and struggle harder.

The fury of the pounding that had killed Klein was completely psychotic, of course—but the fact that it had been so thorough, and had taken such a very long time, was far beyond normal, comfortable, homicidal insanity, and I found it very disturbing. It had required remarkable strength, endurance, and, most frightening by far, a cool control during the whole wild process so as not to go too far and cause death too soon, before all the bones were broken. And

Sufficient unto each day is the evil thereof; at least, on the very good days.

No one knew how to end it. The war had settled into unbearable, unwinnable battles. It had reached a point where there were no more victories, only death.

Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Expected.

How long can a war go on? It seems like this war has been going on forever without end.

The pain, you know. It's one hell of a way to die.

And if it took awhile, that means she was in pain for a long time.

Playing in the mist doesn't build character at all, Booty; it just makes you fucking wet.

I have experienced both triumph and disaster, and, to quote Kipling, have treated those two imposters just the same.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Stanley Matthews

It's one of the ironies of mountaineering," said Young, "that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.

next to Wainwright, who was already

The following doodle: a girl with pigtails is bent under the weight of a gigantic boulder. Her cheeks puff out, and her rounded lips expel steam. One widening steam cloud contains the word Pressure, darkly retraced.

But most often she watched the candles as if their outcome held her own, the flames almost extinguishing themselves, but, by some greed of oxygen, persisting.

Buffeted but not broken.

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane