Quotes About Endurance

if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down on his shoulders—what would you tell him to do?" "I . . . don't know. What . . . could he do? What would you tell him?" "To shrug.

Nunca perdemos del todo aquello por lo que vivimos. Quizá a veces cambiemos su forma, sobre todo si hemos cometido un error; pero el propósito sigue el mismo, y somos nosotros quines concebimos su forma.

For the battle they lost can never be lost. For that which they died to save can never perish. Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men.

He has had a terrible struggle, but what does that matter? It is proper, it is noble that he should have endured suffering, injustice, abuse at the hands of his brothers—in order to enrich their lives and teach them to appreciate the beauty of great music.

Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on. Man, not men.

Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it.

A través de toda la oscuridad, a través de toda la vergüenza de que son capaces los hombres, el espíritu del hombre permanecerá vivo en esta tierra.

But you see, the measure of hell you're able to endure is the measure of your love. ? Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged . (Berkley; Reprint edition August 1, 1999) Originally published 1957.

He decided that pain was not a valid reason for stopping.

The more we die, the stronger we will become

the dearer a book was to my heart, the more battered and bruised it became.

As Fitzgerald puts it, "No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

all is shoring up against decay

Beneath the layers of hurt, beneath the ragged laughter, I heard a willingness to endure. Endure—and make music that wasn't there before.

And I would shrug and play the question off, unable to confess that I could no longer distinguish between faith and mere folly, between faith and simple endurance; that while I believed in the sincerity I heard in their voices, I remained a reluctant skeptic, doubtful of my own motives, wary of expedient conversion, having too many quarrels with God to accept a salvation too easily won.

over time I've trained myself to take the long view, about how important it is to stay focused on your goals rather than getting hung up on the daily ups and downs.

O, fly and never tire, Fly and never tire, Fly and never tire, There's a great camp-meeting in the Promised Land. —FROM AN AFRICAN AMERICAN SPIRITUAL

The trick is not caring that it hurts.

Behind me, Billie was on her last song. I picked up the refrain, humming a few bars. Her voice sounded different to me now. Beneath the layers of hurt, beneath the ragged laughter, I heard a willingness to endure. Endure—and make music that wasn't there before.

What's the trick? the man asks. The trick is not caring that it hurts.

And gosh, I wasn't a great athlete. I wasn't big and strong. But I had two things going for me. I could take a punch. And I didn't give up.

Whatever you don't won't be enough. Try anyway.

She understood that even the worst days contained only twenty-four hours. One did what one had to do to get through them, and afterwards, one slept.

No matter what kind of night you're having, morning always wins.