Quotes About Endurance

During her lifetime Eleanor of Aquitaine had not been a patient woman. While she had lived, she had learned to bide her time, but biding one's time is a very different thing from patience.

They waited for miles and miles of time

I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in. -A WOMAN PAINTED ON LEAF (In a Time of Violence)

This, too, will pass...

Mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Mount McKinley

Stamina is the big thing you have to learn if you want to achieve success in any kind of career, but especially creative careers.

Always, everywhere, man is man, nor has he altered greatly beneath his veneer since he scurried into a hole between two rocks to escape the tyrannosaurus six million years ago.

It is by our power to suffer, above all, that we are of more value than the sparrows.

Where there was life, there was also hope.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

She made no answer, and he went on: "What's the use? You gave me my first glimpse of a real life, and at the same moment you asked me to go on with a sham one. It's beyond human enduring—that's all.

Sometimes life seems like a match between oneself and one's gaolors. The gaolers, of course, are one's mistakes; and the question is, who'll hold out longest? When I think of that, life instead of being too long, seems as short as a winter day....

Will-power, he saw, was not a thing one could suddenly decree oneself to possess. It must be built up imperceptibly and laboriously out of a succession of small efforts to meet definite objects, out of the facing of daily difficulties instead of cleverly eluding them, or shifting their burden on others.

All things come to him who hustles while he waits.

Time will have his little scar, But the wound won't last.

Black care," Roosevelt wrote, "rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough.

Where whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.

His louely words her seemd due recompence Of all her passed paines: one louing howre For many yeares of sorrow can dispence: A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre: Shee has forgott, how many, a woeful stowre For him she late endurd; she speakes no more Of past . . . Before her stands her knight, for whom she toyld so sore.

Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love - or tries to.

Yes, the living, the mangled, the scarified, with the crazed responsibility of remembering everything, everything.

a stony road, hard on the feet. I would beg for us to sit down but you discouraged it, knowing that sitting was fatal, because of the willpower required to get up again.

Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition

Instead of inquiring why the Roman empire was destroyed, we should rather be surprised that it had subsisted so long