Quotes About Endurance

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel-- how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice...Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure...

Who never lost, are unprepared

Morir no es casi nada, algo pasado, pero vivir incluye el morir muchas veces sin tener al alivio de estar muerto.

I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much.

The will is always near, dear, though the feet vary.

The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost -- The Summit is not given to Him who strives severe At middle of the Hill -- But He who has achieved the Top -- All -- is the price of All

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more –

Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it.

Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a kingdom cared! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown!

A un cuore in pezzi Nessuno s'avvicini Senza l'alto privilegio Di avere sofferto altrettanto.

Tis not that Dying hurts us so— 'Tis Living—hurts us more— — Emily Dickinson, from "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—," [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

I GAINED it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.

You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end, You'll have no time for grievin'.

I know by now that you can't control your life, no matter how hard you try. That inevitably people leave and disappoint and die. But there is one constant, one thing you can always count on: that not only does love come first, but in the end, it is the only thing that remains.

knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

And so I do, with Gabe's help, feeling as scared as ever about the uncertain journey ahead, but also at peace. I know by now that you can't control your life, no matter how hard you try. That inevitably people leave and disappoint and die. But there is one constant, one thing you can always count on: that not only does love come first, but in the end, it is the only thing that remains.

Cuando tienes una relación, eres consciente de que se puede acabar. puede que os distanciéis, conozcáis a otro o simplemente que dejéis de estar enamorados. Pero una amistad no es un juego de suma cero y, como tal, das por sentado que durará para siempre, en especial si es una vieja amistad. das por sentada su permanencia; quizá sea por eso por lo que es tan valiosa.

I see the light at the end of the candle.

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.

Was that hard-hearted? Well, so what if it was. She'd been through enough to harden anyone. It was none of her choosing; all she'd done was clung on to her life like a spar from a shipwreck. Better to be hardened than crushed to nothing.

Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in.