Quotes about Stoicism

Aren't all these notes the senseless writings of a man who won't accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?

"Do not repine, my friends," said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. "Do not weep for me. It is chronic."

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather

Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances.

Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones.

You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesnt mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.

Goodness, man, don't be so lachrymose.

What can't be helped must be endured.

He never complained. He seemed to have no instinct for the making much of oneself that complaining requires.

Why should we feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice?

What can't be helped must be endured.

She was going about her life, taking her pleasures as she found them, suffering what was hers to suffer, doing what she had to do. She had about her no air of self-pity or complaint. And this could only have been because, in her own heart, she was not pitying herself or complaining.