Quotes About Endurance

I would like to be like Rome when I am an old lady.

si experimentas la quietud necesaria con el tiempo descubrirás que todo (lo incómodo y lo hermoso) pasa con el tiempo.

One must bear what cannot be escaped.

there was dignity to be found in stoicism

So the question is not so much "What are you passionate about?" The question is "What are you passionate enough about that you can endure the most disagreeable aspects of the work?

Every day that you are aboard, son, defend your health with vigorous exercise.

By all means, do not let me or anyone else ever take away your suffering, if you're committed to it!

I believe that life cannot be survived—that is evident!—but if one is lucky, life can be endured for quite a long while. If one is both lucky and stubborn, life can sometimes even be enjoyed.

It got worse still as time went on because people did not sympathize with you any more. They couldn't do enough for you at first, and that helped, and then they got bored with your troubles. But your troubles went on just the same and you had to bear them alone.

There always comes, I think, a sort of peak in suffering at which either you win over your pain or your pain wins over you, according as to whether you can, or cannot, call up that extra ounce of endurance that helps you to break through the circle of yourself and do the hitherto impossible. That extra ounce carries you through 'le dernier quart d' heure.' Psychologist have a name for it, I believe. Christians call it the Grace of God.

Don't panic. Panic will kill you when nothing else wants to.

Each time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.

Not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it.

We went on growing food and eating and sleeping and I cooked for a big crowd here every day, all my family. What else could we do? You just go on, if you have to.

This went on year after year (1 Samuel 1:7). Not day after day, week after week, or even month after month, but year after year. Some of us can barely wait for our coffee to brew in the morning without a nervous breakdown (don't judge me); how in the name of all that is good and holy are we supposed to survive weeks, months, or years of delay for the real blessings?

If we do not suffer a loss all the way to the end, it will wait for us. It won't just dissipate and disappear. Rather, it will fester, and we will experience its sorrow later, in stranger forms.

It shouldn't have hurt. She should be used to it by

only the most hardy of living things survive renewal.

precisely because she was

The world wasn't going to go away. Ever.

You have fought a hard battle, in hard conditions, and held a position until help came. Think of it like that.

The quietness spread, from gray eyes that held no hatred for those who spat at her face or tasted her blood, from a voice that could scream in pain yet mouth no curses after, that spoke, between screams, in a steady confirmation of all good. Those

Courage is not something you have, like a sum of money, more or less in a pouch—it cannot be lost, like money spilling out. Courage is inherent in all creatures; it is the quality that keeps them alive, because they endure. It is courage, Paksenarrion, that splits the acorn and sends the rootlet down into soil to search for sustenance. You can damage the creature, yes, and it may die of it, but as long as it lives and endures, each living part has as much courage as it can hold.

The test of a sword is not its polish but its temper