Quotes About Endurance

Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.

And one of these days, even this flu will have run its course. Really? Mary O'Rahilly asked. How can you be sure? The human race settles on terms with every plague in the end, the doctor told her. Or a stalemate, at the least. We somehow muddle along, sharing the earth with each new form of life.

Dearest Fido! You're not the stuff of a chapter," Helen protests. "Several volumes, at least.

It was only a path through the woods, I told myself. Tangled and faint and looping but a path just the same, and didn't every path have an end?

Keep your heart infinitesimally small, and sorrow will never spy it...

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writing because I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

You could be together forever, but one of you is going to have to go first. I want it to last. I love him and I want it to stay.

washed for even longer

get up again and go on.

Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over

There is always a use for everything, Victor had told him. Even pain.

it's always darkest before the dawn." Artemis looked at her. "What dawn? We're in the Arctic, remember?

Are you backing out, Mulch? Or is this just the usual moaning?

Ik heb het nog het best doorstaan, zou ze vermoedelijk ook niet bij de eerste de beste gelegenheid zeggen. Ik had alleen een geperforeerde long en een gebroken sleutelbeen. Je had moeten zien hoe de anderen eraan toe waren. - Holly

harður maður.

A ship should not ride on a single anchor, nor life on a single hope

when things seem to have reached that stage, merely say "I won't play any longer", and take your departure; but if you stay, stop lamenting.

No great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Neither should a ship rely on one small anchor, nor should life rest on a single hope.

Those who are well constituted in the body endure both heat and cold: and so those who are well constituted in the soul endure both anger and grief and excessive joy and the other affects.

Everyone's life is a warfare, and that long and various.

People with a strong physical constitution can tolerate extremes of hot and cold; people of strong mental health can handle anger, grief, joy and the other emotions.

Nothing great comes into being all at once, for that is not the case even with a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me now, 'I want a fig,' I'll reply, 'That takes time.

I must die; so must I die groaning too?