Quotes About Endurance

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. You can make it. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

I always loved running... it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.

Jessica Andersen

people not only buck up in times of crisis, but do so with a "startling, sharp joy." It's possible to undergo hardships that shake our will to endure, while also finding happiness in shared moments, such as sitting around a bonfire with fellow workampers under a vast starry sky.

But for them—as for anyone—survival isn't enough. So what began as a last-ditch effort has become a battle cry for something greater. Being human means yearning for more than subsistence. As much as food or shelter, we require hope.

Some people with blogs are never going to get famous, and they've been doing it for, like, over a year. I feel bad for them.

it's all right," Celie said quietly. "Prince Khelsh's rooms are very small, and dark, and poorly furnished.

My love, my love, do not forsake me. ~Anthea Cross-Thornley

We had this angry phone conversation where he said something like, "We've been working on this thing for a whole month, and it's still not finished." It's funny in retrospect, because we were still working on it 3 years later.

Normal people can become very annoying if put in annoying situations.

Let's just promise to be there for one another in our imminent and enduring times of trouble and thunder." "Deal," I said. He always talked like that. I would moon over him to CaCee, using that same lofty language.

The courage of the authoritarian character is essentially a courage to suffer what fate or its personal representative or "leader" may have destined him for. To suffer without complaining is his highest virtue—not the courage of trying to end suffering or at least to diminish it. Not to change fate, but to submit to it, is the heroism of the authoritarian character.

Zum Selbstmord neige ich nicht, denn ich verspüre nichts von jenem Tatendrang, der andere nötigt, so lange mit dem Kopf gegen die Wand zu rennen, bis der Kopf nachgibt.

We had suddenly learned to see. And we saw that there was nothing of their world left. We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

Help when you can; do everything then— but when you can no longer do anything, forget it! Turn away! Pull yourself together. Compassion is meant for quiet times. Not when life is at stake. Bury the dead and devour life! You'll still need it. Mourning is one thing, facts are another. One doesn't mourn less when one sees the facts and accepts them. That is how one survives.

Es ist eine tödliche Spannung, die wie ein schartiges Messer unser Rückenmark entlang kratzt. Die Beine wollen nicht mehr, die Hände zittern, der Körper ist eine dünne Haut über mühsam unterdrücktem Wahnsinn, über einem gleich hemmungslos ausbrechenden Gebrüll ohne Ende.

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are a thin skin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscles any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

Terror can be endured so long as a man simply ducks; - but it kills, if a man thinks about it.

Wenn der Mensch sich selbst quälen kann, versäumt er so leicht keine Gelegenheit dazu.

M?su nol?d?t? atmi?a ir siets. T? grib izdz?vot. Un izdz?vot var tikai aizmirstot.

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are thin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscle any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

Es lag ihm nichts daran in einer Zeit, wo alles schwankte, etwas aufzubauen, das in kurzer Zeit wieder zusammenstürzen mußte. Es war besser, zu treiben, als Kraft zu verschwenden, sie war das einzige, was unersetzbar war. Überstehen war alles, bis irgendwo wieder ein Ziel sichtbar wurde. Je weniger Kraft man dazu anwandte, umso besser; man hatte sie dann nachher.