Quotes About Endurance

I've always been proud of you, except when you retreat, and give in to your suffering. I haven't been so proud when you do that. But you always come back. No matter how dreadful the defeat, you come back.

An awareness had come over him that he wasn't going to die. Loneliness in itself could not destroy him. Neglect was insufficient. And so he slept.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love - that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good - that hope will be realized through love.

He had not perished. That might be his only significant accomplishment. He had survived. Yes, he'd been defeated, more than once. But fortune had refused to release him. And he was here now, whole, and quietly accepting of the fact though he honestly did not know why.

What if the drive to survive was a form of faith, a form of prayer?

If we wanted to survive, if we wanted to inherit the millennia as Thorne and Cyril, and Teskhamen and Chrysanthe had inherited them, as Avicus and Zenobia had inherited them, as Marius and Pandora and Flavius had inherited them, and as Rhoshamandes and Sevraine had inherited them—and as Seth and Gregory, now the very oldest among us, had inherited them—then we had to meet the future with respect as well as courage and count fear and selfishness to be small things.

But then I do not remember everything, as I once thought I did. There is something in us, even us, that will not allow for that, something that pushes the memory of suffering that is unbearable slowly away.

There had never been any talent, any talent to draw or paint or to make music or to write or to make any of the wonderful and beautiful things he'd loved. There was only the keen eye to appreciate it, the heartbreaking capacity to perceive talent in others all around...only a gentleman's means could have kept him close to the talent of others, kept him close to all that was fine and enduring and filled life with daily grace.

I love you with my whole soul, and I will always love you," he confided to me. "You are my life. I have hated you for that and love you now so much that you've been my instructor in loving. And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.

And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.

What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?

Why must I see him brought low like this when it had taken so many decades to cement my love for him forever?

But there is no value to suffering!

Nothing vanishes quite like pain—when pain does vanish, that is. Because most of the time pain never does.

I did it because they were forged in the same furnace as myself, the two of them, keen to reason and strong to endure.

As I let him go, he could scarcely stand. But he was no coward, this man. And he bowed his head for only an instant and then he looked at me with clouded eyes.

If the world comes to an end, I shall be well dressed for it, whether it is by the light of day or this dark of night.

They adjust, I believe that's the word. They adjust and they reach for the stars in their own way. I tell you it's wondrous to me. They make me think of the wildflowers that grow in the cracks of the pavements, just pushing up into the sun, no matter how many feet crush them down

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn

Open your ears, my darling; listen to their prayers; listen to the silence of those who've learned to pray for nothing. For nothing has always been their portion, whatever the name of their nation, their city, their tribe.

what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good—that hope will be realized through love.

My grief for Aaron would never go away, and I'd endured it for years without a word to either of my vampire companions, Louis or Lestat.

But what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.