Quotes About Endurance

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

Because everything worth having hurts.

Laurell K. Hamilton

I try not to be cruel, just persistent. There are days when the difference is pretty damn slight.

Nill illigitamus carborundum

I didn't try to pull away; things that can bench-press Toyotas don't let go.

when you live forever and don't age, it gives you time to hope

love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

Men stuff their emotions because life and death are more important than any emotion. If you don't survive, then what the fuck does it matter?

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Sometimes the only thing that keeps you from going mad is stubbornness and need.

When people ask if love can last they always seem to mean romantic love, but there are all kinds of love, and they can all last.

Patience, she said in her best governess voice, is only a virtue when there is something worth waiting for.

de lo que se conoce con el nombre de perseverancia cuando la causa es buena,—y con el de obstinación cuando es mala.

We lose the right of complaining sometimes by forbearing it

Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.

The bruises are vivid, but they will fade.

I was in a race to see if I would die from the outside in or the inside out.

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so. But what was one more beating? A flogging, even? I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could no longer harm Ruth, and she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her. This was a new notion to me and a curious one.

untreated pain is a cancer of the soul that can kill you

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

Pain won't be contained by bars or marks your scars deserve attention, too.

It's amazing any thing survives.

My fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So how can I find my way? Is there a chainsaw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?