Quotes About Endurance

Though weary, it is not tired: though pressed it is not straightened; though alarmed, it is not confounded; but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all.

There are different types of love, and my love for my child is like me and my mum. We've gone through a lot of rocky patches, but we never stop loving.

Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.

Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.

I broke my heart in two So hard I struck. What matter? for I know That out of rock, Out of a desolate source, Love leaps upon its course.

Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.

You can hate a person with your whole body, but love is a stubborn thing, it clings on in your heart.

Someday love will find me in the rough. Someday love will finally be enough. I shine a little more lately.

Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.

There is no love without suffering.

The greater our commitment, the more likely our love will last.

One falls in and out of love, but when one loves that is an entirely different matter, for that lasts through life and beyond, and is a rare thing.

Faith will become vision, hope will become possession, but the love of Jesus Christ that is stronger than death endures forever. In the end, it is the only thing you can hang onto.

Love can bear anything better than ridicule.

Love can't make you strong 'till love has made you weak.

A woman's love, like lichens upon a rock, will still grow where even charity can find no soil to nurture itself.

This life is but the passage of a day, This life is but a pang and all is over; But in the life to come which fades not away Every love shall abide and every lover.

That was the real secret of the Tarahumara: they'd never forgotten what it felt like to love running. They remembered that running was mankind's first fine art, our original act of inspired creation.

For my love, I will wade through an ocean of blood, even if it destroys me

Some troubles no one else should have to endure,especially not those you love.

Who would dream that one can love without being crushed under the weight of it?

Love's not the point. We just do what we always do, and we get by.