Quotes About Endurance

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life together—a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall have place in the heart of every wife that loves, until the end of time; and it shall be called by my name.

Make the best o' things that smoothes people's roads the most..

It had borne the burden, it had earned the honor"—

There isn't anything you can't stand, if you are only born and bred to it.

Had I never loved, I never would have been unhappy; but I turn to Him who can save, and if His wisdom does not will my expected union, I know He will give me strength to bear my lot.

But who shall tell how many ages it seemed to this prisoner?

He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how." Friedrich Nietzsche * * *

this dreadful matter brought from these downtrodden people no outburst of rage against these oppressors.  They had been heritors and subjects of cruelty and outrage so long that nothing could have startled them but a kindness.

So the tiresome minutes and decades of minutes dragged away, until at last our tense forms filmed over with a dulled consciousness

gathering resolution; took in a big breath and began. When he entered the kitchen presently, with both eyes shut and groping for the towel with his hands, an honorable testimony of suds and water was dripping from his

pertinacity

A few fly bites cannot stop a spirited horse.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was So? The boat's gone. So? Your mate's dead. So? Hey at least you're alive. So? An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

There is no such thing as the last straw. There is only hay.

Not only had Navidson carried Karen out of that house, he had picked her up a hundred times over the course of eleven years and carried her fear, her torment, and her distance.

Let the cold water run. It's gotta warm up eventually. Right?

Remember, while hell may be a place of misery, it still perseveres, promising perpetual preservation, continuation.

Quite a few people have slept and suffered within those walls.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I've survived everything I've had to so far. I'm still standing here.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.