Quotes About Endurance

Sir Thomas Beecham once said this at the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall when I was there as a boy. He said 'I'm often asked why operas survive generation after generation—La Bohème and things like that. And I always reply. 'They survive because they consist of bloody good tunes'.

Do you see? The story I have to tell is so small, of the people who stayed when everyone else fled.

No matter how long the sun may linger on his long and weary journey, at length evening comes with its sacred song.

Everybody lived like a character in a one-act play that nobody understood; getting by from one moment to the next was like trying to hold on to your hat in a gusty wind.

Water. He craved water. He had a headache, a backache, his entire body ached. He had been fasting for over thirty days now, he couldn't remember exactly how many. He had lost track. Dizziness finally brought him to the ground, his knees stinging on the gravelly desert floor. "Had enough?" The whisper penetrated him with a sweet malice. He ingested dust from a gust of wind and coughed. It stuck in his dry throat and he suffered a coughing fit that made the burning even worse.

Let pressure pass over and through you. That way you can't be harmed by it.

Things beneath the earth could always endure time better than those above it.

Brian Kilmeade

Love isn't an act, it's a whole life. It's staying with [them] now because [they] need you; it's knowing you... will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures—when all that's on the shelf and done with.

And maybe, although it was a thing you could hardly bear to think about, like death or your last judgment, maybe he would be the last one ever and he would walk away now and it would only be a question of waiting for it all to end and hoping for better things in the next world. But that was silly, it was never too late.

With one hundred miles left to go in the Klondike 200 I began imagining how amazed people would be at the finished line. Entering the Klondike, my sights had been set on merely finishing.

Such is the curse of long-distance mushing. A guy is lucky to even cross the finish line before the little voice inside begins rehashing those poorly chosen camps, untimely naps, mistakes made packing – all the numerous ways you, the coach, failed those fine friends up front. The voice is relentless and seductive, whispering things you might try differently -next time.

Despite all the injuries, my strategic errors, and training shortcomings, this dog team of mine remained happy. Com what may, they had the momentum of honest dogs.

Then you know Prometheus was rescued in the end. His chains were broken, and he was finally set free." The old man squinted one of his eyes and added, "How about that?

You have within you,right now,everything you need to deal with whatever the world can throw at you.

Life on the big slope was endurable, and sometimes more than just endurable, for the human spirit was a genius for making mountains out of molehills of happiness.

The more you sweat during peace, The less you bleed during war.

Have I stayed strong? I like to think so. But the only thing I know for sure is that I have stayed.

I'm pretty sure heroes don't whine. They quietly endure cold, fireless nights. Further proof I'm no hero.

When a bad thing happens, a terrible thing, you feel it all the time, but you don't have a choice after a while. You go on anyway. I never would have understood that before. It's something I would have been happy to live my whole life without understanding.

I feel one thing. I'm tired of running. I want to fight. No matter what, I want to fight.

Mademoiselle Amal

Love Conquers Time.

The bald eagle was still soaring above them, too, showing them that anything was possible, even a return from near extinction, as long as you had a little help.