Quotes About Endurance

And in his weariness, only one word came to Jonathan, like a prayer. Tommy, he thought, invoking what was good and real. Tommy. The word for love in his world right now. Tommy. And he supposed the word that occurred to you in your darkest moments...well, that word meant love. That was perhaps how you knew. And perhaps that was the purpose of dark moments.

Fallen woman. The term made a sort of poetic sense. Once the fall started, it seemed it never stopped.

He had looked into the barrel of enemy rifles, the slavering jaws of a furious bear, the lifeless faces of his father and brother. He could build a home from the stripped timbers on up, shoot to kill nearly anything, expertly hold a newborn baby. He figured he'd been tested in more ways than Hercules, and in the end he supposed he was grateful that the war had sorted the entirety of his life into two categories for him: what was worth living for, what was worth dying for.

I just want the pain to end.

She surprised him by agreeing. Yes, I was simply curious, and no, I would never criticize you in front of your followers. Do you have the patience to endure one more question, husband? What is it? When do you suppose you'll leave me behind?

She sat down at the table and spent a good hour talking about her husband. She told Judith how they'd met, how he relentlessly pursued her, and finished by mentioning just a hundred or two of his special qualities. The only thing the man wasn't capable of was walking on water… yet. Judith made that comment when her friend paused for breath.

much strength and endurance did she have stored inside her? He hoped to God she had enough to see this nightmare through.

The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong. …" OLD TESTAMENT, ECCLESLASTES, 4:2

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Everything else still unknown. Somehow you have to do it. Somehow you have to survive.

One of us continues to swim back and forth in her lane long after everyone else has gotten out, and when we call out her name - Alice, time's up! - the lifeguard lifts his hand and says, quietly, One more lap.

As for me, I had found love, and that was a gift worth suffering for.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

Hope fought hard to stay alive. Even when you thought it was beaten to nothing, burned to ashes, drowned deep, still it flickered away, waiting to be found again.

But some things did not change... Courage, for instance. Dedication to a cause. Comradeship. When they were strong and pure, when they came from deep in the bone, those qualities could hold fast against all odds.

You must hold on to hope, or this cannot happen. Let hope go, and your battle is lost.

The flame of spirit we all had within us, the light that never truly went out, even in our times of deepest despair.

Step by small step; that was the only way I'd survive my time of penance. My lesson in patience. Or whatever it was.

A story could lead you into a different world for a while. It might be a world where a foolish youngest son could turn into a brave and clever hero, or a beaten young woman could end up as a wise leader of folk. And when the story was ended and that world was gone, you still had the idea of it inside you. Like a flame that didn't go out even when the bad things rattled and swirled and screamed, and worse, oh, much worse, when they whispered and goaded and tormented.

It's fighting on even when you're hopelessly outnumbered. It's seeing your friends dying all around you, witnessing the most shocking cruelty you could imagine, and still finding the courage to go on. It's doing the very best you can.

Don't load yourself up too heavy. Even the strongest heart has a breaking point.

Its hardness and solidity had been an odd kind of comfort. Do not wish for anything. Be and endure. The Old African had learned that enduring was power too, and just as he had been drawn to the boulder, so the slaves, after a while, were drawn to him.

Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.