Quotes About Weakness

Whoever is endowed with a power superior to mankind, should also be above the weakness of humanity, without which, that excess of strength would, in effect, only sink him below the most feeble, or what he would actually have been, had he remained their equal.

If I had remained free, obscure, and alone placed in the situation Nature designed me for, I should have done nothing but what was right, for my heart bears not the feeds of any mischievous passion. Had I been invisible and powerful as the Almighty, I should have been benevolent and good like him: it is power and freedom that make good men, weakness and slavery never made any but wicked ones.

Cuando hay que hacer lo contrario de mi voluntad, no lo hago, ocurra lo que ocurra; tampoco hago mi voluntad, porque soy débil. Me abstengo de actuar: dado que toda mi debilidad es para la acción, toda mi fuerza es negativa, y todos mis pecados son de omisión, raramente de comisión.

Plus le corps est faible, plus il commande ; plus il est fort, plus il obéit.

This is how in every condition the guilty strong person saves himself at the expense of the innocent weak one...

D'où vient la faiblesse de l'homme ? De l'inégalité qui se trouve entre sa force et ses désirs. Ce sont nos passions qui nous rendent faibles, parce qu'il faudrait pour les contenter plus de forces que ne nous en donna la nature. Diminuez donc les désirs, c'est comme si vous augmentiez les forces : celui qui peut plus qu'il ne désire en a de reste ; il est certainement un être très fort.

Crowds exhibit a docile respect for force, and are but slightly impressed by kindness, which for them is scarcely other than a form of weakness. Their sympathies have never been bestowed on easy-going masters, but on tyrants who vigorously oppressed them.

If you had weak eyes, they needed exercise to get strong. Glasses were like crutches. They prevented people with feeble eyes from seeing the world on their own.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. I leaned back and closed my eyes. But the images, forewarned, immediately leaped up and filled my closed eyes with existences: existence is a fullness which man can never abandon. Strange

Tout existant naît sans raison, se prolonge par faiblesse et meurt par rencontre.

All was fullness and all was active, there was no weakness in time, all, even the least perceptible stirring, was made of existence. And all these existents which bustled about this tree came from nowhere and were going nowhere.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. I

I've only myself to blame for it, my impotence most of all and my weakness. If I do any good work now it will be only by chance.

The important thing about security systems isn't how they work, it's how they fail.

I have had a couple of situations where I wasn't the strongest person in the world.

If there are cracks in your armor, your opponent is going to find them.

After all, what was adult life but one moment of weakness piled on top of another? Most people just fell in line like obedient little children, doing exactly what society expected of them at any given moment, all the while pretending that they'd actually made some sort of choice.

Compliments make you weak because they can trick you into thinking you've finished your journey when the heels of your boots aren't even worn down yet. Praise is a song to the ears but an enemy of improvement.

Here was a remarkable admission of Jamaican weakness, as well as a revealing disclosure that the sugar gentry were as afraid of an idea as they were of knives.

I made a vow to myself, then, that no one would ever control my emotions. I would save love for the children I expected to have and for my animals. I would never allow myself to be made weak by it, never allow anyone to come that close. It was a decision that would cloud my life for many years.

Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover's inward eye.

Often admitting our weakness and fear is the first step to finding rest in God. Our trust in Him isn't conveyed though superhuman confidence as much as it comes in the way of childlike reliance on Him.

Power deities, for all their strength, are very much like humans, They are subjects to periods of despair and are not free from the crippling consequences of emotions, For over two decades Tibetans were forbidden from holding any religious ceremonies or prayers. No prayer flags, incense or ceremonies were offered to the deities and demi-gods of the region. This neglect broke their hearts and they became bedraggled and weak.