Quotes About Endurance

and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look yu in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin.

and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look you in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin.

estos maratones de baile guardan bastante parecido con las corridas de toros.

To be an enduring, great company, you have to build a mechanism for preventing or solving problems that will long outlast any one individual leader.

If you stop struggling, then you stop life.

Never lift your foot till you come to the stile.

There is nothing that I should more fear, nor any kind of death that might threaten me, which would not be more supportable for me than to live without you and be separated by a great distance. I would rather die or be eaten by fish in the sea or devored on land by cannibals than to consume myself in perpetual mourning and unceasing sorrow awaiting not my husband but his letters.

There's so much to life than what you are feeling right now.

A man can live on his wits and his balls for only so long.

Kill the body and the head will die.

Every now and then you run up on one of those days when everything's in vain … a stone bummer from start to finish; and if you know what's good for you, on days like these you sort of hunker down in a safe corner and watch.

How many more nights and weird mornings can this terrible shit go on? How long can the body and the brain tolerate this doom-struck craziness? This grinding of teeth, this pouring of sweat, this pounding of blood in the temples… small blue veins gone amok in front of the ears, sixty and seventy hours with no sleep.

It occurred to me one evening, as I sat by myself in Al's patio, that a man can live on his wits and his balls for only so long. I'd been doing it for ten years and I had a feeling that my reserve was running low.

How many more nights and weird mornings can this terrible shit go on? How long can the body and the brain tolerate this doom-struck craziness?

Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off." —J. Conrad

of those days when everything's in vain … a stone bummer from start to finish; and if you know what's good for you, on days like these you sort of hunker down in a safe corner and watch.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

The daily diet is lean for the infantry.

A tr?i înseamn? a aÅŸtepta ÅŸi a îndura timpul.

I realized that life means waiting, enduring the passage of time. Nothing ever quite meets our expectations, yet as long as we are alive, time flows on, and everything eventually comes to pass.

I've found that one must try and teach people that there's no top limit to disaster-that, so long as breath remains in your body, you've got accept the miseries of life. They will often seem infinite, insupportable. They are part of the human condition.

Why not make it for always?

Even the highest tree has an axe waiting at its foot.

I don't think Castro can hold out much longer.