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Quotes about Endurance

Don't get sucked into short-term thinking. Your struggles will not last forever, but you will.
— Max Lucado
The purpose of the Bible is to proclaim God's plan and passion to save his children. That is the reason this book has endured through the centuries … It is the treasure map that leads us to God's highest treasure, eternal life.
— Max Lucado
So did yours. Joseph's pit came in the form of a cistern. Maybe yours came in the form of a diagnosis, a foster home, or a traumatic injury. Joseph was thrown in a hole and despised. And you? Thrown in an unemployment line and forgotten. Thrown into a divorce and abandoned, into a bed and abused. The pit. A kind of death, waterless and austere. Some people never recover. Life is reduced to one quest: get out and never be hurt again. Not simply done. Pits have no easy exits.
— Max Lucado
Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.
— Maya Angelou
Being free is as difficult and as perpetual — or rather fighting for one's freedom, struggling towards being free, is like struggling to be a poet or a good Christian or a good jew or a good Moslem or a good Zen Buddhist. You work all day long and achieve some kind of level of success by nightfall, go to sleep and wake up in the next morning with the job still to be done. So you start all over again.
— Maya Angelou
Never let white folks know what you really think. If you're sad, laugh. If you're bleeding inside, dance.
— Maya Angelou
Every storm runs out of rain.
— Maya Angelou
You may trode me in the very dirt. But still, like dust, I'll rise.
— Maya Angelou
People whose history and future were threatened each day by extinction considered that it was only by divine intervention that they were able to live at all.
— Maya Angelou
Upon certain subject I am able to hold my tongue and hope that time will right wrongs.
— Maya Angelou
Reality began its tedious crawl back into their reasoning. After all, they were needy and hungry and despised and dispossessed, and sinners the world over were in the driver's seat. How long, merciful Father? How long? A
— Maya Angelou
I have waited toes curled, hat rolled heart and genitals in hand on the back porches of forever in the kitchens and fields of rejections on the cold marble steps of America's White Out-House in the drop seats of buses and the open flies of war
— Maya Angelou