#endure

There are two insults no human being will endure: that he has no sense of humor, and that he has never known trouble. ↗

— Sinclair Lewis

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The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life. ↗

— Lucan

#death #endure #gods #happiness #life

This we had to endure with a serious reduction in the price of goods - added to this early in the ensuing spring our glost oven fell while firing doing us considerable damage and rendering it necessary to build a new one. ↗

— John Hawley

#build #considerable #damage #doing #early

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much. ↗

— William Hazlitt

#art #endure #enjoy #how #know

Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above. ↗

— Czeslaw Milosz

#acceptance #changes #considered #defect #does

America, 5 years after this brutal attack, is testament that a Nation conceived in liberty and equality will endure. It is a triumph of millions of Americans but it is also the triumph of an idea larger than any one person, larger than any one nation. ↗

— Nick Rahall

#also #america #any #attack #brutal

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on. ↗

— Mary Richards

#each #endure #faith #help #helps

She goes through the vale of death alone, each time a babe is born. As it is the right neither of man nor the state to coerce her into this ordeal, so it is her right to decide whether she will endure it. ↗

— Margaret Sanger

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Then one morning she’d 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’t remember which side her father had parted his hair on, and she’d realized again what she’d 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’d worn to church, then after a while the sound of her mother’s 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’s heartwood. (51) ↗

— Ron Rash

#endure #forgetting #grief #memory #remembering