Quotes About Endurance

One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

History took hold of me and never let me go thereafter.

By her eyes she clung to the world, as by her nails she clung to the sheet, so that she might not be engulfed. 'Live! Live!

I wondered how many people managed to go on living when there was nothing to be hoped from within.

Hay que esperar siempre que el azúcar se disuelva, que el recuerdo se esfume, que la herida cicatrice, que el sol se oculte, que el fastidio se disipe.

Souvent, quand les malades souffraient un long martyre, je m'étais indignée de l'inertie de leurs proches. [...] Je me demandais comment on s'arrange pour survivre quand quelqu'un de cher vous a crié en vain : Pitié !

If the error is thrust deeply enough into the soul, man cannot but succumb to it.

Affliction hardens and discourages us because, like a red hot iron, it stamps the soul to its very depths with the scorn, the disgust, and even the self-hatred and sense of guilt that crime logically should produce but actually does not.

We should seek neither to escape suffering nor to suffer less, but to remain untainted by suffering.

Always do what will cost you the most.

Physical labour is a daily death

The irreducible character of suffering which makes it impossible for us not to have a horror of it at the moment when we are undergoing it is destined to bring the will to a standstill, just as absurdity brings the intelligence to a standstill, and absence love, so that man, having come to the end of his human faculties, may stretch out his arms, stop, look up and wait.

The hysteria can't last; be patient, and wait and see, he counseled his readers. It was not that he was afraid of the authorities. He simply did not believe that this comic tyranny could endure. It can't happen here, said even Doremus—even now.

Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles Wrote his grand Å'dipus, and Simonides Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers, When each had numbered more than fourscore years.

Always she was disappointed, but always she effervesced anew—

They were brave and romantic, tragic and distinguished, and Doremus became a little sick of them all and of the final brutality of fact that no normal man can very long endure another's tragedy, and that friendly weeping will some day turn to irritated kicking.

There was nothing to say to tragedy that had outlived hope.

One must wait till it comes.

It is not the cold which makes me shiver

I am killed them quick, but they are killing me slow. [Jim Browner in 'The Adventure of the Cardboard Box']

We reach. We gasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or a worse than a shadow - misery.

Never give in. Never, never, never, never--in nothing, great or small, large or petty--never give in.

Non dire felice uomo mortale, prima che abbia varcato il termine della vita senza aver patito dolore

CORO Avrà così sempre vigore oggi e in futuro, come l'aveva in passato, questa legge: mai grandezza ai mortali viene senza dolore.»