Quotes About Endurance

I am an utter unbeliever that anything that is violent will have permanent results.

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.

And what better than a butterfly—a symbol of metamorphosis and endurance. Butterflies prove that change is a beautiful thing.

if you really want it, you'll keep at it. Despite setbacks, interruptions, and sidetracks. No matter how long you get off course, you'll eventually return—if you really want what you say you do.

if you really want it, you'll keep at it.

I won't remember you standing there bored by my bedside as I slur words, standing there waiting to feel like you've stayed long enough so that you're a good person and you're allowed to leave.

Daylight follows a dark night.

Meing'ua oloitiko isirat lenyana

Prejudice is the conjurer of imaginary wrongs, strangling truth, overpowering reason, making strong men weak and weak men weaker. God give us the large hearted charity which "bearth all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things," which "thinks no evil."

Its quietness was the quietness of strength. And the eyes were those of one who had walked through many a dark valley without flinching.

Until I am carried out, I will carry on.

feather by feather, the chicken is plucked.

Patroclus,'' Achilles tilted his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. ''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.

But of course I could not die. I would live on, through each scalding moment to the next. This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh.

I did not plan to live after he was gone.

We bear it as best we can,

Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.

Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.' - Chiron

How do you bear it?" he said. My eyes gave off a faint light, and by it I could see his face, It was a surprise to realise that he was waiting for an answer. I believed I had one. I thought of another dim room, with another prisoner. He had been a craftsman also. On the foundation of his knowledge, civilisation had been built. Prometheus' words deep-running as roots, had waited in me all this time. "We bear it as best we can," I said.

Even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating.

Daedalus had said to me once: Even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the Earth. I would him in death, at the end of the world

I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated on, believing those dull miseries were all there was, until the end of days.

A moment passed, and then I felt her hand on my back. You will be all right, she said. I have done it, and look, I live.