endure

A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.

Even cowards can endure hardship only the brave can endure suspense.

Pray that success will not come any faster than you are able to endure it.

Faith is the ability to endure.

People tell you to believe in yourself for your whole life, then call you arrogant when you begin taking their advice.

Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sakes.

When you have endure the worse situations, you build the courage and confidence to cope with any other situations.

Misery is wasted on the miserable.

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.

Get up," I tell myself, "You go and make your dreams a reality. There's no use staying home and whine every time life beats you down. There's a meadow in the deep forest; you just have to keep pushing through.

Pour on, I will endure.

Individuals who have learned to endure and persevere through the storms of hardships are those who can dance in the rain during a storm.

Any person striving to accomplish anything worthwhile will risk their personal vivacity by assuming responsibility that exceeds their talent and abilities and work beyond their physical strength and emotional stamina. A motivated person will endure loneliness and despair and open-mindedly accept righteous criticism.

Some social ills are preserved by the common misbelief that things such as ignorance, greed, and stupidity do not have the stamina required to reach old age.

We all have problems. Or rather, everyone has at least one thing that they regard as a problem.

We encountered many hardships. With hope, we find the strength to endure.

Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died.

Then one morning she__ begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn__ remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she__ realized again what she__ learned at five when her mother left _ that what made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting the small things first, the smell of the soap her mother had bathed with, the color of the dress she__ worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother__ voice, the color of her hair. It amazed Rachel how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief that was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree__ heartwood. (51)