Quotes About Endurance

I have survived. I am here.

The fight simmers gently on the back of the stove all afternoon, the bubbles rising up and popping, ingredients falling to the bottom, then surfacing again. It doesn't boil over until the sun sets.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting it. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much.

It's harder to take a punch than to give one.

12. I wasn't just encased in hardening concrete up to my chin; it was pouring down my throat. I was in a race to see if I would die from the outside in or the inside out.

You been too strong," she said firmly. "I know about that. Strong starts out being the right thing. Your hands grow strong enough for your work. Your back strengthens under your burdens. Soon your mind becomes strongest of all; has to be to get through the hard days. " - Serafina Ashes: Seeds of America - Laurie Halse Anderson

But if you survived melancholia and rotting lungs it was possible to live long in this valley.

Love was the thing that kept a person going past exhaustion, beyond reason, after hope was at its end. Grit

if she was finished.

When things broke down, one kept moving, for to stop was to signal the end. To complain was to waste breath. To fuss was a luxury.

Novels are written—as life is lived—One Day At A Time.

And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

I don't sleep, have not slept in sixteen years—

When rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.

Underneath an artist's preoccupations with sex, society, religion, etc. (all the staple abstractions that allow the forebrain to chatter) there is a soul tortured beyond endurance by the lack of tenderness in the world.

The real teacher is endurance.

Cheer up, me boyo, it takes a lifetime to grow. People haven't the patience any more.

Giving up on life is easier than going through the hard times to find the good.

What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.

A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.

I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad.

But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.