Quotes About Endurance

That's the only way to get where you want to go: one step at a time.

She is one of those people who have found serenity because they have never tried to dodge suffering.

I love heavily tattooed women. I imagine their lives are filled with sensuality and excess, madness and generosity, impulsive natures and fights. They look like they have endured much pain and sadness, yet have the ability to transcend all of it by documenting it on the body

Everything is going to be fine in the end, and if it's not fine, it's not the end.

When we fight back with joy, we embrace a reality that is more real than what we're enduring and we awaken to the deepest reality of our identity as beloved, joyful children of God.

We have waited here long in the dust; we are tired and hungry; but the triumphal procession must appear at last.

You must bear losses like a soldier, the voice told me, bravely and without complaint, and just when the day seems lost, grab your shield for another stand, another thrust forward. That is the juncture that separates heroes from the merely strong.

Some things can be recovered. Some things can be restored. But some lost things, we seek forever.

Hopelessness has surprised me with patience.

Even though the ship may go down, the journey goes on.

I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.

I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.

What happiness is there which is not purchased with more or less of pain?

Our job on earth, as I see it, is to hold on through the hard parts and try and be a good person.

I can't get a relationship to last longer than it takes to make copies of their tapes.

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win.

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.

I'd rather make a good run than a bad stand.

It's a long time that I've loved you. Never, never go away.

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I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again.

The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails.