Quotes About Endurance

If you can't run, you crawl. If you can't crawl-- you find someone to carry you.

Don't Stop Believing

No matter how grim things may seem, they always get better.

How many tears could one body hold? How many could she spill before she drowned in them?

Stubbornness is one of my few virtues.

hThere was something shameful about surviving sorrow. You were corrupted. She was corrupted. She was no good anymore. She was inauthentic, apocryphal. She wanted to be a seeker and to travel further and further. But after sorrow, such traveling is not a climbing but a sinking to a depth leached of light at which you are unfit to endure. And yet you endure there.

People go, you know. It's only you that remains. That's the way it will be. That's certain at least. It takes years to learn to be still.

Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.

God doesn't tell you to do hard things so He can stand back and laugh and watch you struggle. He tells you to do things the things that He knows are gonna work out to your good in the end.

It is not as important how we start (our past), but how we finish.

The gradual and imperceptible subsidence of the waters, that's the alluvium. Thus am I gradually left alone, thus have I been left alone.

se acababa el trabajo en Cómo Yukong movió las montañas

How does a body manage to endure the weight of his memory?)

dont die before you give up on life. live before u die or what is the point in living at all

Donde hay amor hay ingentes, interminables, cantidades de sufrimiento. El que causas, el que te causan.

Claro que, onde há amor, há consideráveis, intermináveis, quantidades de sofrimento. O que nós causamos e o que os outros nos causam.

El dolor es el combustible más poderoso

Es infinitamente más difícil descomponerse que hundirse.

Pero el sacerdocio, dottora, es una carrera de fondo.

Y ustedes y yo y todos sabemos que el tiempo es más pesado que la más pesada carga que puede soportar el hombre.

There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.

With failure, you just try again.

Dougless gritted her teeth.

That's it. Gently now," Reagan said to Nellie. "We'll move onto the hard stuff tomorrow." "This...isn't...the hard stuff?" Nellie spit out through gritted teeth. Reagan grinned. "You really hate me right now, don't you?" "Immeasurably." "Good. Give me ten.