Quotes About Endurance

La vida es una guerra sin tregua, y se muere con las armas en la mano.

Life itself is a sea full of reefs and maelstroms that a human being takes the greatest care and caution to avoid; he uses all his efforts and ingenuity to wend his way through, while knowing that even if he is successful, every step brings him closer to the greatest, the total, the inescapable and irreparable shipwreck, and in fact steers him right up to it, - to death: this is the final goal of the miserable journey and worse for him that all the reefs he managed to avoid.

It will generally be found that as soon the terrors of live reach the point where they outweigh the terrors of death, a man will put an end to his life.

Querer es esencialmente sufrir, y como vivir es querer, toda la vida es por esencia dolor. Cuanto más elevado es el ser, más sufre... La vida del hombre no es más que una lucha por la existencia, con la certidumbre de resultar vencido...

Ä°nsan yapabileceklerini isteyerek yapmal? ve çekmesi gereken ac?y? isteyerek çekmelidir. -Gnomici poetae Graeci

It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.

The nobler and more perfect a thing is, the later and slower it is in arriving at maturity.

there is some wisdom in taking a gloomy view, in looking upon the world as a kind of Hell, and in confining one's efforts to securing a little room that shall not be exposed to the fire.

Gemlemek zorunday?z göÄŸsümüzdeki yüreÄŸimizi. -Homeros, Ilyada

But Xauleira ra KaAa,-what is worth doing is hard to do.

Bei Abwesenheit großer Leiden quälen uns die kleinsten Unannehmlichkeiten.

Remain calm, patient, and good humored.

Afflictions are light when compared with what we really deserve. They are light when compared with the sufferings of the Lord Jesus. But perhaps their real lightness is best seen by comparing them with the weight of glory which is awaiting us.

Our Lord has many weak children in His family, many dull pupils in His school, many raw soldiers in His army, many lame sheep in His flock. Yet He bears with them all, and casts none away.

Life went on. Death went on. The war went on.

When the last soldier has gone, the people climb over the debris of the burnt house. The tin sheets that were once the roof are still smouldering. A scorched trunk lies open, flames still leaping out of it. What was in it that burns so beautifully?

In moments of crisis it helps to take the long view.

The frozen flowers never go away. They hang around somewhere all the time.

He had seen her through so much; he believed that if not he, then certainly music, would see her through this too.

There seems to be no hope. But pretending to be hopeful is the only grace we have . . .

Career. Desire. Dream. Poetry. Love. Youth itself. Dying became just another way of living.

Even later, on the thirteen nights that followed this one, instinctively they stuck to the Small Things. The Big Things ever lurked inside. They knew that there was nowhere for them to go. They had nothing. No future. So they stuck to the small things.

Modern travel would be totally delightful if only I could learn to enjoy boredom, discomfort, and fatigue.

Life is long, my young friend. Do not make it more difficult than it already has to be.