Quotes About Endurance

Potatoes have much more staying power than caviar.

The smell of hot bread came from underneath the tent walls, and Perseus said that the ovens had just been opened. You haven't eaten in three days. You'd better strengthen yourself. How can I eat, Alessandro answered, pointing his nose to his padded hands. Don't be ridiculous, they're perfect for holding a hot loaf of bread. You'll look like a kangaroo, but you'll be able to eat all you want. Now you can pick up a bowl of boiling soup as if you were a Cossack.

Everyone has a self-made pass for travel through the terror and sadness of the world, and because, in the end, nothing is sufficient, everyone wants to share his own method, hoping for strength in numbers.

By this time, no matter how hard he tried to understand, Nicolò's eyes had begun to glaze, but Alessandro had no fear of bending green cane, because he knew it seldom broke. "Remember this, then—even if

Don't worry about me, no matter what happens. We're nervous here, but not afraid. We have all looked into our souls, one way or another, and are content to die if need be. The only thing left to say is that I love you.

heartbroken that lines so loyal, stubborn, and courageous for so long would come to a vacuous end.

Then came the matter of food. For ten hours he picked grains of rice off the floor and collected pasta, sugar, and individual tea leaves. He would not eat anything that had been tainted with blood, and was left with less than a third of his rations. Some things—powdered cocoa, for example—were uncollectible, or had risen on the wind. He had kerosene enough for one pot of boiling water and one hour of lamplight each day. Some of his blankets had bullet holes.

But it hurt...and sometimes that's enough

Just as a vine or shrub—no matter how often it is cut back—will keep growing to the light, the human heart—no matter how often it is cut—can reassert its impulse to love.

For only when we can outwait the dark will the sharpness of experience recede like a tide to reveal what has survived beneath it all. Often what seems tragic, if looked at long enough, reveals itself as part of a larger transformation.

So many times, in our despair, we see our pain as something that will never end. In fact, this often defines our moments of despair: when we believe that our pain contains the rest of us. In contrast, there is this sense of peace to work toward: the belief that our life contains our pain.

Nonviolent action, on the other hand, requires more patience because the action is less thrilling.

You quit your house and country, quit your ship, and quit your companions in the tent, saying, "I am just going outside and may be some time." The light on the far side of the blizzard lures you. You walk, and one day you enter the spread heart of silence, where lands dissolve and seas become vapor and ices sublime under unknown stars. This is the end of the Via Negativa, the lightless edge where the slopes of knowledge dwindle, and love for its own sake, lacking an object, begins.

Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.

although we hear the buzz in our ears and the crashing of jaws at our heels, we can look around as those who are nibbled but unbroken, from the shimmering vantage of the living. Here may not be the cleanest, newest place, but that clean timeless place that vaults on either side of this one is no place at all.

All the hardships I have endured were merely rehearsals to prepare me for this devastating pain.

Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361)

Jetzt bleibt ihm nur noch er Tod, doch der lässt auf sich warten, weil Mahmoud ein Gewohnheitstier ist und sich daran ewöhnt hat, am Leben zu sein.

Willpower is just another name for the idea of choosing long-term outcomes rather than short-term ones.

Most jobs, you don't work, you don't get paid. You wake up with a sniffle and a runny nose, a sore throat? You soldier on. You put in your hours. You wrap a towel around your neck and you do your best to get through. It's a point of pride, working through pain and illness.

Voltou noventa minutos mais tarde e conseguiu trabalhar com uma mão, fazendo muito capazmente mais de 150 jantares à la carte. Fiquei satisfeito com esta demonstração de lealdade. Trabalhar mesmo com dores e ferimentos conta muito para mim.

Era mais um agente funerário do que um médico; acho que nunca consegui salvar um único paciente. Estavam em estado terminal quando eu chegava; quando muito consegui prolongar-lhes a agonia.

Os poucos heróis culinários que havia no Dreadnaught eram admirados mais pela sua resistência em combate – medida pelo número de pratos servidos numa noite, quantidade de dor e de calor suportados, número de empregadas comidas e cocktails consumidos sem efeitos aparentes. Esses eram os valores compreendidos e apreciados.

I'm still here, I tell myself. I'm still here.