Quotes About Endurance

All her old thoughts seemed as thin and ragged as a piece of knitting made and ripped out and made and ripped out again until all the threads were frayed, growing ever more worn, but never larger.

He smiled, recapturing her hand. "A very wise woman once told me—you just go on. I've never encountered any good advice that didn't boil down to that, in the end. Not even my father's." I want to be with you always, so you can make me laugh myself well.

Then she said, "You go on. You just go on. There's nothing more to it, and there's no trick to make it easier. You just go on." "What do you find on the other side? When you go on?" She shrugged. "Your life again. What else?

Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at his ease before his own hearth." "Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice—if not whether, then how, they may endure.

Prayer, he suspected... was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

Nothing worth doing is fun all the time. But it's still worth doing all the time.

Same jobs over and over, all have to be done again tomorrow or something dies? Despite the weather or the hurting, or, or whatever. Yeah, I guess there are some parallels." While he was weighing this, his mouth kept moving without him. "Or maybe it's just called being a grownup.

The blade left him; a warm gush of liquid spurted from the mouth of his wound after it. Cazaril had hoped to pass out, but he only swayed as pads were clapped to him and held hard fore and aft.

It made her furious. All Kareen's courage of endurance had given her nothing. Lady Vorpatril's brave and bloody birth-giving was taken for granted, but whack off some idiot's head and you were really somebody, by God--!

Patience and exhaustion turn out to have a lot in common.

Same jobs over and over, all have to be done again tomorrow or something dies?  Despite the weather or the hurting, or, or whatever.  Yeah, I guess there are some parallels."  While he was weighing this, his mouth kept moving without him.  "Or maybe it's just called being a grownup.

She was not the first woman he'd met who endured dire pain in disturbing silence

What do you think, my lord Castillar?" Cazaril swallowed. "I think…I think if you lent me a razor now, for me to cut my throat with, it would save ever so many steps. Please Your Grace." The Provincara snorted. "Good, Cazaril, good. I do so like a man who doesn't underestimate his situation.

Yet if all things end, even despair must, too. Not in my lifetime. But sometime.

They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength," he said softly. "They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." In that moment Libby's wish during class became a prayer.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

He could hope for many things, though he had stopped doing so long ago. If one didn't hope, then disappointment didn't visit. Hoping meant you had somehting to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain. -Nik

Hoping meant you had something to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain.

be home for quite a while yet.

Buck up, suck it up, don't fuck it up

For love to last, you had to have illusions or have no illusions at all. But you had to stick to one or the other. It was the switching back and forth that endangered things.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

Life was unendurable, and yet everywhere it was endured.

Sometimes it seemed that she and rudy were two people attempting to tango, sweating and trying, long after the orchestra had grown tired, long after everyone else had gone home.