Quotes About Endurance

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.

Impatience is only another form of resistance. It

There is much to love, and that love is what we are left with. When the bombs stop dropping, and the camps fall back to the earth and decay, and we are done killing each other, that is what we must hold. We can never let the world take our memories of love away, and if there are no memories, we must invent love all over again.

It was one thing to forgive, it was another to climb back into the cage with that bear, even if it was wearing a tutu and smiling.

Patience. Patience. With patience comes choice, and with choice comes power.

People die in bits and pieces. A series of petites morts. Little deaths. They lose their sight, their hearing, their independence. Those are the physical ones. But there're others. Less obvious, but more fatal. They lose heart. They lose hope. They lose faith. They lose interest. And finally, they lose themselves

Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again.

I always think a case is like driving from here to the Gaspé. A great long distance and I can't see the end. But I don't have to. All I have to do is keep throwing light in front of me, and follow the headlights. Eventually I'll get there.

while men and women perished, and cities fell, symbols endured, grew. Symbols were immortal.

When you've seen the worst, You appreciate the best.

We just don't know. The key is to keep going. Joy might be just around the corner.

I need help.

Things are strongest where they're broken.

All shall be well. And all shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well. It was a quote from one of Gamache's favorite writers, the Christian mystic Julian of Norwich. Who'd offered hope in a time of great suffering.

Strong enough to grieve.

With patience comes power.

Fluctuat nec mergitur." Every schoolchild in Paris learned those words. It was the motto of the ancient settlement of Lutetia. And of Paris.

Despond not, though times be bale, And baleful be, Though winds blow stout –

There's a fine line between noble perseverance and insanity,

waited on my call, nor does any

what often distinguished great people of the arts wasn't genius, but perseverance.

Ça va bien aller.

That's the way to live, Chloe. Savor the good times, stay strong through the bad ones.