Quotes About Endurance

Maybe they do not have a breaking point. But even if they do, do you care, Abby?

It was hard to cope with pain, she was finding, by telling oneself that the joy preceding it had made it worthwhile.

So little time. And all the pain looming ahead again.

What if love was the one thing that always survived and could carry one through to the other side of suffering?

that he really had suffered

He was no dream lover. He was Jack. And she loved him. And would no longer believe that it was a misplaced love. She loved him. No matter what. For always.

After you have broken my heart and left me, I will remember that we are always and ever connected.

one must not give in to defeat after just one try, or even, perhaps, after twenty.

Marriage is work." She frowned. "Yeah, but what exactly does that mean?" Car doors closing had Jo glancing out the window in time to see Brody get out of his Bronco. He moved with steady, determined strides to Jim and shook his hand. "Sometimes I think it means staying and accepting the other person when all you want to do is run. Giving the storm time to pass, knowing smooth waters are ahead.

The pain was on the surface, so it took all his will to reach upward. But maybe that's what God asked of man. To reach upward even when it's hard.

No one who does not live with constant pain can imagine the toll it takes. The way it grinds you down. The sheer damnable tedium of it.

She was alone and destitute in a world of pointless carnage. By an eight-hundred-year-old Sepahrdic tradition she ad been since the age of twelve and a half bogeret l'reshut nafsha--an adult wit authority over her own soul. The Torah taught, Choose life. And so, rather than die of pride, Sofia Mendes sold what she had to sell, and she survived.

One had to be patient to thrive in Rome, where time is measured not in centuries but in millennia

Sometimes I don't know anymore if it really is love. I have been carrying it for so long.

We seem to have lost the gift of patience, of waiting for time to unfold its story.

Those are only rumors of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in its most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.

So I arrive alone alongside Daddy's home hospital bed. There's the bleach from the sheets and the air tinny with iodine. Under the air conditioner grind, his breathing is labored. Honeysuckle vines cling to the window screen, and a chameleon hangs by its claws.

She was set on enduring, no matter what.she'd harden into whatever shape survival required.from that second forward, she had to figure what-all she'd have to lose for that survival, what-all and who.

Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in its most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.

If only one man is left standing, a bribe cannot bite.

Writers have to be tenacious to the point of being pathological. Rejection and criticism is assured.

I'll go on writing till the end of my days. I have been writing too long to stop.

You don't want to hear the story of my life, and anyway I don't want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. And anyway it's the same old story - - - a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world. (from, Dogfish)

and anyway it's just the same old story -- a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. Mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. And nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the fires to stay in this world.