Quotes About Endurance

Adulthood is the ability to be totally bored and remain standing.

And the trouble with bad times is, you can't sleep through them.

He said even if it's too cloudy to see, the sun will still rise, it will still be there. But that's the whole point, I said. Seeing it. Is it? he said.

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Someone jabbed me from behind with a rake. I jumped aside. Someone else pricked me with a sharp prong. Again I sprang away, crying loudly. The crowd became more lively. A stone struck me. I lay down, face to the earth, not wishing to know what might happen next. My head was being bombarded with dried cow dung, moldy potatoes, apple cores, handfuls of dirt, and small stones. I covered my face with my hands and screamed into the dust which covered the road.

bind in spite of secrets and

He was changed, burned, branded, destroyed and rebuilt. And he loved it.

But the only thing I can think of is Time and patience.

Maybe it's being close to the end, but I have this desire to pull Greg aside—to pull all my children aside, and my grandchildren—and to whisper something profound, to pass on the great wisdom I've acquired. Something that would open their hearts and create in them an unassailable courage, a generosity of spirit, faith in humanity. But the only thing I can think of is Time and patience.

Years passed and I found myself still a husk, still in that moment, still in the day my war ended, the day I realized, as all survivors must, that being alive isn't the same thing as living.

How can you not feel like a whole city of people waiting for it to finally be over, a whole city tending a parent's slow death?

for what is love, if not the willingness to repeat oneself?

Jessica Anthony

The world has been easy on this man. He overflows with inner resources.

I'm not going to drown in what I can't change.

It's going to hurt until it doesn't anymore.

It's going to hurt until it doesn't anymore.

I will be brave. I will be brave. I will be brave. I will keep going.

Eventually, my tears give out, my voice goes, and my throat is so raw that my body battles against my mind and shuts down my crying. There is nothing left in me now.

No one gets through life unscathed.

Everything will be okay. Good things last, and the bad things will fade away. So, go find your good.

We eat. We sleep. We keep going.

I watched love and life play out in a million ways, but one of the best things I learned was this: You don't outrun pain.

Sometimes...you can cry until there's nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And, still it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent...it would not be because it cared.