Quotes About Endurance

Anita Stansfield

Anita Stansfield

But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.

But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.

Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.

Why did he keep going when everyone else got to start over?

Because they forgot and I remembered. They would be lost soon enough, and I would keep going. The best I could do was hold on to them after they forgot themselves.

he is the drip, drip of water that carves a canyon right through the middle of me.

She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

As she began to draw the outer edge of her cheek, she realized she had the look of a person who was waiting. Not impatient, not tortured, not frustrated. Just waiting. What was she waiting for? (...) She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

Hello, the all-weather Baby-sitters Club! We sit in the sleet, we sit in the freezing rain …

No ripping the barre out of the wall.

And I knew it would.

VINCE: We'd never make it. We'd drive and we'd drive and we'd drive and we'd never make it. We'd think we were getting farther and farther away. That's what we'd think.

How did Wal-Mart do it?" I've usually been flip about answering them. "Friend, we just got after it and stayed after it," I'd say.

We need patient people who are able to endure the toughest disciplines.

I cry and wonder how I am going to fall asleep because sleeping means waking and going through all this again.

When the shivering and shaking stops, I know that I will be okay, but my jaw is still tight, and my knees are knocking and the only thing I can do is stare at the candle flame because it is constant.

Life is one long process of getting tired.

Human life is every where a state in which much is to be endured, and little to be enjoyed.

Great works are performed, not by strength, but perseverance: yonder palace was raised by single stones, yet you see its height and spaciousness.

Well, I don't care: This life is but a passage, a short passage, to a better: And let one jostle, and another elbow; another push me, because they know the weakest must give way; yet I will endeavour steadily to pursue my course, till I get thro' it, and into broad and open day.

He called up the numbness with which he armed himself to get through each day.