Quotes About Endurance

Can you handle it? ast Shug. How I'm gon keep from killing him, I say.

my friend comes. And cramps and aches and pains—but I must still keep going as if nothing is happening, or be an embarrassment

Spanish moss draggled bloody to the ground; amen corners creaked with grief; and the thrill of being able, once again, to endure unendurable loss produced so profound an ecstasy in mourners that they strutted, without noticing their feet, along the thin backs of benches: their piercing shouts of anguish and joy never interrupted by an inglorious fall.

Being alive begin to seem like a awful strain.

She was someone who could not be rushed. This seems a small thing. But it is actually a very amazing quality, a very ancient one. She did everything at just the same pace as before, she could tell the time of day or night by the moisture in the atmosphere, and she went about her business as if she would live forever, and forever was very, very long.

her first published book, Once (1965).

The news always sound crazy. People fussing and fighting and pointing fingers at other people, and never even looking for no peace. People insane, say Shug. Crazy as betsy bugs. Nothing built this crazy can last.

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

Pain had driven them to spectate from their very selves.

it is the sense that something that was alive for a very long time is still alive. Not yet beaten into submission or oblivion by those who kill everything they touch with money.

What I love best bout her is what she been through, I say. When you look in her eyes you know she been where she been, seen what she seen, did what she did. And now she know.

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

Allegra Goodman

Whatever is to come has to be faced alone and with as much strength one can muster.

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

If you must suffer, suffer nobly. Love, laugh through your tears, or cry, create and perhaps, perish.

Personally I had the feeling as if I had fallen into an ocean of boiling water, and not knowing how to swim or get out in another manner, I tried with my legs and arms as best I could. I did not know what saved me; why I was not drowned or cooked alive. I have perhaps only one merit: I never gave up. But how could I give up in the middle of an ocean? ARNOLD SCHOENBERG IN 1947

A long mission was ahead of them, and no one wanted to get on anyone else's nerves with unnecessary chatter.

I realized that mine is a war with no end in view; I might as well fight it cheerfully or I would spend my life waiting for some distant victory in order to be happy.

Pain, you must be everything for me. Let me find in you all those foreign lands you will not let me visit.

Pain is always new to the sufferer, but loses its originality for those around him. Everyone will get used to it except me.

Hatred bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Each morning the light came through the slats of the shutters in ripples, and as it washed towards the inhabitants of the Casa Luna it smoothed away memories of the past, It was for this that they had endured long hours in the grey English winter or freezing American climes, for this that they had worked and planned and worked extra hours/ The horrible feelings of stress, tension, anger and frustration that coursed through their veins every day almost unnoticed began to fade.

You are very young and time, it is a great healer.