Quotes About Endurance

I do, I really do." Lucius's heart cheered the man's mischievous ironies and buoyant spirit, the poignance and dogged love of life that was so moving in people who owned nothing, and also that in-the-bone endurance that in its way was a shaming of the whites and a profound rebuke.

That's the only way to do it—go.

there is nothing to be done. only accept it... and hurt.

I'd have a nervous breakdown except that I've been through this too many times to be nervous.

For we are like olives: only when we are crushed do we yield what is best in us.

Some persons are made more perfect by what befalls them, as is whatever befalls them can never make them less, can never bring them low, as it might others. --Gina Berriault, The Tea Ceremony

What was it Beckett wrote? 'I can't go on. I'll go on.' Story of my life.

Mastery of creative tension brings out the capacity for perseverance and patience. Time is an ally.

During portages, each voyageur hauled two 90-pound packets of pelts on his back—a staggering 180 pounds, one packet suspended from a tumpline around his forehead, the other resting atop it on his back—a half mile at a time between designated rest stops, then returned for additional loads. Some of the portages went on for ten miles, and a notorious one lasted for forty.

He was having, under trying circumstances, the best time he could, which is one definition of heroism;

I do know that nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.

Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.

One of her favorite sayings is "Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us.

Cycling is an excruciating sport - a rider's power is only as great as his capacity to endure pain - and it is often remarked that the best cyclists experience their physical agonies as a relief from private torments. The bike gives suffering a purpose.

Love, even that love which is imagined, is sometimes all we have to get us through.

I'm a queer crabbed old man, pent like Merlin in his tree trunk. Samolxis, the Thracian bear god, hibernating in his cave. The Last of the Seven Sleepers.

It goes on, he thought. The internecine hate. Perhaps the seeds are there, in that. They will eat one another at last, and leave the rest of us here and there in the world, still alive. Still enough of us once more to build and hope and make a few simple plans.

Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair.

That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it such as selecting anything or changing anything. You can only accept what's put there as it is.

For them, winter had come.

Still enough of us once more to build and hope and make a few simple plans.

There should be a monument somewhere, he thought, listing those who died in this. And, worse, those who didn't die. Who had to live on past death.

That's why their lives are worse than ours; they can't give up and die - they have to go on.

Wir spüren die Kälte, aber sie macht uns nichts aus, denn sie schadet uns nicht. Wenn wir uns gegen die Kälte warm anziehen würden, könnten wir andere Dinge nicht mehr spüren, das Kribbeln der Sterne oder die Musik des Mondlichtes auf der Haut. Dafür lohnt es sich, die Kälte zu ertragen.