Quotes About Endurance

Glory follows afflictions, not as the day follows the night but as the spring follows the winter; for the winter prepares the earth for the spring, so do afflictions sanctified prepare the soul for glory.

My days and nights were one long, quiet, continuously contained dream of teror, tension, and anxiety. I wondered how long I could bear it.

Energy, not time, is the main currency in high performance.

It is a gradual kind of strengthening. It takes a long time to see how the losses build you up, rather than strip you down and wear you away.

Rick Mofina

Fuck 'em. Call it whatever you want. Maybe it's just two people clinging to each other to stay alive. Maybe sometimes that's all love gets to be. And, maybe, if they hold onto each other long enough . . . maybe something good finally happens.

It's okay," he said. "We're together." He didn't say you're okay , or we're alive . After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.

Frank imitated the voice of Vitellius: 'They're wimps! Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!

Even little Herley, who couldn't have been more than eight, looked like he could go six rounds with Chuck Norris without breaking a sweat.

Keep moving. Don't get bogged down. Don't think about the bad stuff. Smile and joke even when you don't feel like it. Especially when you don't feel like it.

Eat bitter, taste sweet

Pain is an interesting thing. You think you have reached your limit and you can't possibly feel more tortured. Then you discover there is still another level of agony. And another level after that.

Hope does not leave without being given permission.

We only fail when we stop trying.

Um, uh, gah.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again." Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. "As long as we're together," she said. She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw sunlight far, far above- maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. Then Percy let go of his ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.

Whenever he felt like giving up, plopping himself down, and dying (which was, like, every ten minutes), he reached over and took her hand, just to remember there was warmth in the world.

Because Hope survives best at the Hearth.

You do the easy thing, the appealing thing, the peaceful thing, mostly it turns sour in the end. But if you take the hard path - ah, that's how you reap the sweet rewards. Duty. Sacrifice. They mean something.

I hate it when people let me down, when things are temporary. I think that's why I want to be an architect. To build something permanent, I said. A monument to last a thousand years.

Staying silent, staying away from him... that was the hardest thing I've ever done.

When weak, act strong.

Think positive girl, or the world ends.