Quotes About Endurance

she might never leave the road at all, but just hurry on and on until the wheels of the car were worn to nothing and she had come to the end of the world.

Like they say—you get used to troubles.

Like the saying has it: keep living and you'll live to see it.

Like they say: a pimple on a blister, a blister on a boil.

The wise man blesses the whip that flogs him," says my mother.

In short, things are going from bad to worse. But if you want peace and quiet, my mother says, you should look for it in the grave …

But after the last straw, there's always more, as my mother says.

Sibella Giorello

My ancestors survived famine and plagues and floods, and I'm going to survive this.

They had broken his legs, but he could crawl.

He who knows how to wait need make no concessions.

And I will go on kissing you till you are strong and gay and happy — and if they haven't died, they are still alive today.

Olgunluk, doyumu erteleyebilme kabiliyetidir.

people have said that were it not for suicide they could not go on.

Do what is difficult because it is difficult. Do what will cost you the most. Who were these people?

His heart sang in his breast; his soul felt like a bride in the arms of the bridegroom. He realized full well that this would not last. No man could live on earth in this manner for long. And he had received each hour of that bright springtime like a pledge—a merciful promise that would strengthen his endurance when the skies darkened over him and the road led down into a dark ravine, through roaring rivers and cold snowdrifts.

Then it occurred to me that many of these people had suffered more than Christ himself. "I pondered this until I felt that my heart and mind would burst. But finally I received the light that I had prayed and begged for. And I realized that just as they had suffered, so should we all have the courage to suffer. Who would be so foolish not to accept pain and torment if this was the way to a faithful and steadfast bridegroom who waits with open arms, his breast bloody and burning with love.

A man's heart is the first thing to quicken in his mother's womb, and the last to grow still in him. But in him now it sure must soon some to rest.

There is an animal in all of us who knows how to survive.

I waited for hours, until the day bloomed and eased itself over the sea.

Horror can only be borne if one ceases to think of the individual identity of those involved;

Los hombres eran endurecidos en Rabka para que no se derrumbaran tras unas pocas semanas de servicios y tenían que hacerse insensibles a la sangre, a los gritos de agonía de mujeres y niños, debiendo realizar el trabajo con el mínimo ruido y la máxima eficacia

Sobrevivir era un trabajo que requería todas las horas del día

Perfection is the child of time.—BISHOP JOSEPH HALL, WORKS