Quotes About Endurance

It wasn't about finding the right answer; it was about patience and diligence. I surrendered to the process, ascribing the same importance to this work as to anything else I did.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-com, and you never will outpace your grief.

Don't look away. Terrible things will happen now. Unbearable things. Bear it anyway.

All things pass in the end, even the worst melancholy. I opened my dresser and pulled out the lava box that held my button. My eyes glazed at the sight of it, and this time I felt my spirit rise up to meet my will. I would not give up. I would err on the side of audacity. That was what I'd always done.

A slave was supposed to be like the Holy Ghost—don't see it, don't hear it, but it's always hovering round on ready.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-come, and you never will outpace your grief.

Sometimes things of magnitude settle over you with excruciating slowness. Say you break your ankle and don't feel it hurting till you've walked another block.

Danger, I realized, was a thing you got used to.

I am the coming together and the falling apart. I am the enduring and the disintegration...

Like God's, women's toil had no beginning and no end.

Patience is everything. RAINER MARIA RILKE

It's thought we're too weak to face danger and hardship. But do we not give birth? Do we not work day and night? Are we not ordered about and silenced? What are robbers and rainstorms compared to these things?

She'll outlive the last cockroach

I told Sabe floor-scrubbing was winter

the light in me would not be extinguished.

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-come

The most wounded thing in us always finds a way

Don't look away. Terrible things will happen now. Unbearable things. Bear it anyway.

against my nature." He gave me a tired smile. "You

Noise was on her list of slave sins, which we knew by heart. Number one: stealing. Number two: disobedience. Number three: laziness. Number four: noise. A slave was supposed to be like the Holy Ghost—don't see it, don't hear it, but it's always hovering round on ready.

Crockery broke and fabric frayed. The delicate things I cared about perished, while the hard things like swords survived.

If quick, I survive. If not quick, I am lost. This is death.

Whoever is first in the field and awaits the coming of the enemy, will be fresh for the fight; whoever is second in the field and has to hasten to battle will arrive exhausted.

When you engage in actual fighting, if victory is long in coming, then men's weapons will grow dull and their ardour will be damped. If you lay siege to a town, you will exhaust your strength.