Quotes About Endurance

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die.

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.

It will be over soon, finally, but the thing about hearts is that they want to keep beating. They want to keep beating.

The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating. ~Kyla

Ray makes me shower once a week and I hate coming out of the bathroom. I hate knowing he's waiting for me, that he will rub his hands and himself all over me and whisper things. His hands used to make me cry, but now I'm used to them. The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.

Find a miracle, hold onto it, and keep going.

To be asked to relive this horribly painful part of our lives and then be questioned on whether we could have or should have done more than we did to help ourselves is, frankly put, insulting. The truth of the matter is, the person being questioned survived. So that in and of itself is a big deal.

You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along.

ANYONE WHO HAS EVER GRIEVED knows that grieving carries with it a tremendous wear and tear to the body itself, never mind the soul. Loss is an assault; a certain exhaustion, as strong as the pull of the moon on the tides, needs to be allowed for eventually.

Hope was a cancer inside him. He didn't want it; he did not want it. He could not bear these shoots of tender green hope springing up within him any longer. (45)

We are all in lockdown, all the time. We just don't know it, that's all. But we do the best we can. Most of us are just trying to get through.

You get used to things, he thinks, without getting used to things.

But it's never starting over, Cindy, it's just continuing on.

We are alone in these things that we suffer.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee . . . O Lord, abide with me.

Lucy. You deal with everything.

the young, he thought, could withstand the rigors of love.

Sometimes I thought I would die from the pain of our separating, and the pain it caused my girls, but I did not die, and I am here, and so is William.

But what could you do? Only keep going. People kept going; they had been doing it for thousands of years. You took the kindness offered, letting it seep as far in as it could go, and the remaining dark crevices you carried around with you, knowing that over time they might change into something almost bearable. Dottie

Only the young, he thought, could withstand the rigors of love.

People live with things," Bernie said. "They do. I am always amazed at what people live with.

You're in the middle of a storm at the moment.