Quotes About Endurance

The way to Heaven is ascending; we must be content to travel uphill, though it be hard and tiresome, and contrary to the natural bias of our flesh.

I was in continual agony; I have never in my life been so tired as on the summit of Everest that day. I just sat and sat there, oblivious to everything.

Mountains don't kill people, they just sit there.

We just lay on our bellies in the snow, gasping and immobile.

I believe the adventure game genre will never die any more than any type of storytelling would ever die.

He who will travel far spares his steed.

Strength and struggle travel together.

Let our road be long, let it be very long, let it be very very long and in fact let our road be infinite! Travel means flow, flow means life!

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

Living the rest of my life in Kerobokan, waiting to die, was what I had in front of me.

Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.

There is one thing sure about life: Life will push us hardly many times! When you are pushed, don't be surprised; stay firm like a plane tree or be elastic like a bamboo!

A tree with strong roots can withstand the most violent storm, but the tree can't grow roots just as the storm appears on the horizon.

The stronger the winds, the deeper the roots, and the longer the winds, the more beautiful the tree.

The tree on the mountain takes whatever the weather brings. If it has any choice at all, it is in putting down roots as deeply as possible."---Each New Day

The weakness of most men they do not know how to become a stone or tree.

For a tree to become tall it must grow tough roots among the rocks.

You must grow like a tree, not like a mushroom

Trees acquire strength by growing slowly and flexing with the pressures of nature. Us too.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

The strength of a tree, the old ones say, comes not from growing thicker in the good years when there is water, but from staying alive in the bad, dry times.

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another.

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.