Quotes About Endurance

I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong.

Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala. Castillos de arena, castillos de naipes, por ahí empiezan. Su gran don es la capacidad de superación.

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors- an expert at being left behind.

The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages.

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

Hasta la muerte tiene corazón.

We all have our duties here. We all suffer. We all endure our setbacks for the greater good of mankind.

Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. Hard times were coming. Like a parade.

Keeping your nose clean while an entire system broke down around you guaranteed only that you would survive longer, not that you would survive.

It took three attempts to leave.

So ein Typ war er. Ruben Wolf. Wenn er am Leben war, war er okay.

There was no recovery from what had happened. That would take decades; it would take a long life.

They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—

Keep living Ed...It's only the pages that stop here.

One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.

That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option—to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.

It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors—an expert at being left behind.

he tried not to look back as the stale bread disintegrated in his stomach. A few times, he shifted again and watched the lights become only a handful

The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon, I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages. The

With the curtains clamped tight, he would sleep on the floor with a cushion beneath his head, as the fire slipped away and turned to ash. In the morning, he would return to the basement. A voiceless human. The Jewish rat, back to his hole.

A veces llego demasiado pronto, me adelanto. Y hay gente que se aferra a la vida más de lo esperado.

I'm still standing here. Okay, it's a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn't the same?