Quotes About Endurance

This is a hard place. Only hard things survive here: hard rock, coarse grass, tough sheep, savage birds, sturdy houses and strong men. It is for places like this that the word "bleak" has been invented.

Ya lo ves, todo cuanto amaba me fue arrebatado —dijo con frialdad—. Cuando uno lo ha perdido todo… —Empezaba a desmoronarse, pero se esforzó por continuar—. Cuando uno lo ha perdido todo, ya no le queda nada más que perder.

pero lo sobrellevaba con paciencia y estoicismo.

consolation

floor, with

Seguir con lo que se está haciendo usualmente parece un sacrificio, pero casi nunca lo es.

unresolved status is intolerable.

He felt a bit like the von Ulrich house looked, battered and bombed and shot at but still standing.

However, their affection for each other had proved strong enough to survive their differences—so far.

He was in his chair in the corner, resting a second before he came out for the next round -- in a long line of next rounds. The thing he was fighting, you couldn't whip it for good. All you could do was keep on whipping it, till you couldn't come out anymore and somebody else had to take your place.

Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.

he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.

You must go through a winter to understand.

What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.

She don't lose on her losses, but she wins on ours. To beat her you don't have to whip her two out of three or three out of five, but every time you meet. As soon as you let down your guard, as soon as you lose once, she's won for good. And eventually we all got to lose. Nobody can help that.

That first day still came about as close to undoing me completely, both physically and mentally, as any day had in almost a week.

The big, hard body had a tough grip on life. It fought a long time against having it taken away, flailing and thrashing around so much I finally had to lie full length on top of it and scissor the kicking legs with mine while I mashed the pillow into the face. I lay there on top of the body for what seemed days.

A guy sitting in the room someplace I can't see is talking about a guy up on Disturbed that killing himself. Old Rawler. Cut both nuts off and bled to death, sitting right on the can in the latrine, half a dozen people in there with him didn't know it till he fell off to the floor, dead. What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.

When mountains fall, I'll stand, By the power of Your hand.

O Lord Most-wise, strengthen us by Your power that we not fear the non-believing world neither when they lash us with whips nor when they insult us with words for Your sake.

Let him that hath no power of patience retire within himself, though even there he will have to put up with himself.

Ask yourself every couple of minutes, 'Can I go harder? Can I do more?' You've got so much power. Show me.

Believe me, my children have more stamina than a power station.

Stand still... and refuse to retreat. Look at it as God looks at it and draw upon His power to hold up under the blast.