Quotes About Endurance

Live long enough, and all things you ever loved can turn around to scorch you blind. The wonder is that you could start life with nothing, end with nothing, and lose so much in between.

the unbearable persistence of hope

Here, bodily damage is more or less considered to be a by-product of living, not a disgrace.

Where you'd be wearing out the knees of your trousers, sir, they just have to go ahead and wear out their knees!

Whatever it is, you can live through it, and it ends.

Good people don't give up on the ones they love.

Moths must fly to his flame and perish gladly.

I don't know how you go on, but I really hope you'll keep doing it. That you won't give up esperanza. I thought of that last night. Esperanza is all you get, no second chances. What you have to do is try and think of reasons to stick it out.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Small change, small wonders—these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life. It's a workable economy.

So much of life with infirmity came down to dignity and will.

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

It hit me pretty hard, how there's no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning.

already with needles inside. "Tig just

admired their own steadfast lives. Right up to the day when hope in all its versions went out of stock

Good things don't get lost.

Red on! Depends much. So?

They wait out the dry months kind of dead-like, just like everything else, and when the rain comes they wake up and crawl out of the ground and start to holler.

the two of us singing "You're Still

They would watch, ears up, forepaws planted, patiently bearing with the mess made by undisciplined humans as the world fell down around them.

Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.

But you could run out of gas on boyish, that was the thing. A message that should be engraved in every woman's wedding band.

tries, and tries very hard, but she doesn't know what it's like to be the sole survivor, the only one left of one's contemporaries. They've all gone now. They're all dead and buried. My dearest friends, my loved ones. Even my enemies are no longer around to get my goat and spark the will in me to fight.

as isolated and alone as if I'd been abandoned on the Patagonian ice cap and left to fend for myself.